The car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. Damien jumped out first, slamming the door behind him, his expression sharp with urgency. Ava barely had time to unbuckle her seatbelt before she was out too, her heart racing in her chest, her breath ragged with fear.

Her legs moved on instinct running past the front desk, past nurses who called after her, until she reached the floor she knew her sister had been kept on.

Room 307.

She burst through the door.

Empty.

The bed was neatly made now, the IV stood still there, the sheets untouched. No blood. No sign of a struggle.

Just… gone.

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