a monotonous, sterile procession. Aracely lay on the gurney,

e subject line read: Final Divorce Agreement. It was from Keenan's la

dn't o

he phone down and handed it to the nurse wal

ung open, then closed behind her with a

scrubs and a surgical mask. Only her eyes were visible

er and took A

" Cheyenne said, her vo

f I don't... if I don't make it, promise me you'll make Keenan

ked like a smile. She squeezed back, her grip s

pushing a clear fluid into her IV line. Aracely felt a coldness spread up her arm. The lights above began to blur, their

thought was of her

e world

her breath for a count of ten, then looked at the other surgeon in

gleaming under the surgical lights. Bu

a placed a syringe into it. It had no label. Th

ound the port on Aracely's IV tube and in

teady rhythm, suddenly screamed. The green li

arm filled th

. It felt like her entire being was being pulled apart. A pres

k popping from a bottle. She was flo

r own body on the tab

erfectly still, watching the

ty. They shouted medical terms, prepared defibrillator paddles. But

scream. Help me!

ghost, a silent, horrified

resuscitation attempt, subtly reached down and switched off

ing of the heart

a single, high-pitc

at l

in the room, a de

. She was dead. And her

id of any grief. Instead, a flicker of someth

one on the wall an

rifted closer, s

and businesslike. "The liver and both kidneys are via

Aracely. This was never about a

at Cheyenne, a silent, spectral scream tearing from he

She rubbed her shoulder, a flicker of confusion i

clipboard. On it was a form. Or

e was waiting. For the sig

e murmured, her voice a low, silky promise. "By the time anyone

eath warrant. And her husband, the man who wished