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I nearly tripped over my own feet as I burst through the hospital doors, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it might shatter my ribs. I was literally gasping for breath, and sweat slicked my forehead, dripping into my eyes and blurring my vision.I must have looked like a madman, my suit wrinkled, shirt half-untucked, and my tie hanging loosely around my neck.People stared as I staggered through the lobby, their whispers barely registering in my mind. All I could think about was Evelyn—where she was, and if she was safe.“Killian! Where’s Killian?” My voice cracked as I shouted at the nurse behind the reception desk.Her eyes widened at the sight of me, clearly startled by my frantic state, but I couldn’t afford to care about that. “Where is he?”The nurse fumbled with the computer, her hands shaking slightly as she typed. “Dr. Killian is in his office, sir,” she stammered, pointing down the corridor.Related chapters
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