Ryan’s POV

I stayed late at the clinic tonight. And honestly, I have been doing that most nights. The place was small, it had just one hallway and three rooms with lights that hummed silently in the ceiling.

The air always smells like alcohol wipes, and tonight I was finishing with my reports. My eyes burned from exhaustion and I wanted to go home, but I kept typing because the silence helped me think.

It was almost midnight when I heard the first hit on the door.

It was not a knock but a hit. Like a loud thud

The sound filled the silence in the whole building. A heavy...