Chapter 13

Liza. Nadine. Marc. They are dead. Kelvin. Hilda. Kelsey. Nasir. Luke. They are also dead. The names of her close colleagues at the clinic kept coming back to Thalia's mind. Liza. Nadine. Marc. They are dead. Stop! The sharp voice in her brain added to the numbness throughout her body. Thalia suddenly became conscious of her surroundings. The water splashing against the hull of the boat. A strong gust of wind that split the big waves. And the overcast sky added to the chill of the weather that morning. She was sitting on the splintered deck, huddled next to Dean, who'd slung a strong arm around her and urged her to get some sleep. Sleep? She thinks it's impossible if she can sleep now. Because every time she closed her eyes, she could always picture the huge fire that engulfed their entire clinic. Even though she didn't see the death of her colleagues, she still took pictures of their burning bodies. It's just death, Thalia. There is nothing new there. You always see dead pe