Chapter 88: After the Fire
This world always moved on after explosions.
Even when the people inside the blast were still trying to breathe.
The doctors had told Danielle that Theo only needed rest and that his body had survived because of a fast reaction and luck that felt like a miracle.
She sat by his bed all night, wrapping her fingers around his hand, watching every rise and fall of his chest as if the air inside him was borrowed from her own lungs.
He opened his eyes once. Just once.
He smiled at her.
Then sleep took him again.
Frank and the team handled everything else. They worked to clean the shadows that Ethan and his madness had built.
Danielle knew the police found a room full of monitors and files that each one was dedicated to the destruction of her family-father. Theo, herself and even their friends. Ethan had studied them like they were stories he enjoyed.
When Theo finally woke for real, the nightmare was already being handled.
