Chapter 7
Olivia's POV
"Open it. I gotta see her."
Arthur's voice cracked like broken glass.
In the basement morgue, AC blasted cold air thick with formaldehyde and that sick smell of burned flesh.
Arthur, Elizabeth, and Richard—just out of the hospital in a wheelchair—stood before a row of metal draw...
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