Alex watched the entrance silently as Jean, Logan, and Henry exited the hospital building. The trio lingered at the edge of the lot for a moment… serious expressions, hushed conversation. Then, after a nod between them, they climbed into Logan's car and drove off into the night.
Alex didn't move until their tail lights disappeared around the bend.
Then slowly, purposefully, he stepped out of the shadows.
His hand reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a disposable surgical mask. He slipped it over his face, hiding what little was visible. His eyes, cold and burning with unfiltered rage, never left the glowing windows of the hospital room upstairs.
Her room.
Emma Adams.
"She should have stayed out of it," he muttered, voice low and tight with fury. "You just couldn't mind your own business, could you, cousin?"
