“Oh no, Jessie,” Clara spoke quietly then placed her hand over her mouth.

We watched Landon walk past us and enter the clinic. When we followed in behind him, we saw the nurses run up to him and guide him into a side room. Clara continued walking down the corridor, but I stopped to watch through the little square window. Landon gently placed Jessie onto the bed, then leaned over her and lovingly brushed the hair away from her face.

A nurse reached her hand out to check Jessie's pulse on her wrist, but before she could even get close to her, Landon growled at her and lunged forwards, snatching...