The room was too white.
Too quiet.
Nora Keane stood frozen in the hallway of Westbridge Medical, the echo of her heels swallowed by the sterile silence. Years ago, this place had stolen her sister. Her light. Her reason.
Lily had only been ten. Diagnosed too late. Misdiagnosed too often. And by the time someone paid attention, it wasn't about healing it was about hiding what they'd missed.
Nora hadn't even been there. She was halfway across the world, saving strangers while her own sister was dying.
Now she was back.
New name. Clean credentials. Blank slate.
But her heart still beat to the rhythm of revenge.
"You wanted justice," she whispered to the photo tucked deep in her coat pocket. "I'll give it to you."
And with that, Dr. Nora Keane pushed open the doors to the hospital that never knew it had created its own executioner.