The sterile air of the hospital room suddenly felt heavier, dense with an invisible static charge that made the hair on the back of Julian’s neck stand up. He hadn’t heard footsteps. The door hadn’t clicked or scraped against the linoleum; it had simply drifted open, like an entrance commanded by a ghost.
Chapter 9 - The Ghost of the PastThe transition from survival to living wasn't a straight line, but every step forward felt like reclaiming stolen ground. My accounting firm, Vance & Sterling Recovery, had quickly gained a reputation for exposing corporate fraud and helping victims of financial abuse reclaim their independence.\