Despite the gnawing fear, they knew they had to return. “We’ll wait for him there,” Susan declared, her voice unwavering even as dread simmered beneath. Approaching Dr. Wilson’s clinic, Susan felt a chill crawl down her spine. His car was parked outside, but the clinic was shrouded in darkness, the windows ominously blank.
Nerves quivered, but Susan’s face remained stoic. She inhaled deeply and pushed open the clinic door. The familiar antiseptic smell was tinged with something colder, more sinister. The clinic was deserted.