Holy fuck, had I just met Abigail? Shocked, I turned back in the direction I’d come, but the doctor was wheeling her away with a brisk pace. Somehow Dr. Russo seemed to sense I was watching, though, and glanced back my way. Our eyes locked, and cold fear ran through me at the little smile that curved her perfect lips. How the fuck was this possible? Or was it? I shook my head, blinking against the sunlight and questioning fucking everything. Including my sanity.
GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! We have things to do!
