TWO WEEKS LATER

It had been two weeks of silence. This was like that period of 400,000 years when God was silent to his people. Nothing had happened in this time—absolutely nothing. All the gossip, all the hatred, all the accusations…they all had stopped. Abruptly, as if a strong power had commanded everything to stay still.

Vincent, and his rotten bitch? Vanished into thin air. I didn’t know what was keeping them so busy at the hospital that they had become saints and stopped causing trouble. I appreciated the silence and the tranquility, but I was no fool to believe that the storm had passed just like that.

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