63 - KETAMINA

MORGANA FOSTER

I walked to the kitchen, washed my trembling hands, and leaned against the sink. Lindsay, why did you do this? There were no apparent reasons, but maybe there was something deeper that I didn't know. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: This is just the beginning. Keep an eye out.

My heart raced. Who the hell was behind this? Lindsay couldn't have acted alone. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The paramedic stopped in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts to give him all the information about Ryan, while the other provided first aid still inside the mansion.

"He may have been drugged," I whispered with a thread of a voice, but he heard and took note.

"Alright," the guy said, closing the clipboard after making all the relevant observations. "Your driver called the police; they met you at the hospital."

"Please, hold on with him," I pleaded with the paramedics as they took him away. "Don't let him..."