I wasn't worried that Caleb would miss my message. He always checked his phone after training, and I still had time before meeting Jeremy.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed down on the gas pedal and headed straight for Sky Sanatorium.

When I arrived, Jeremy's imposing black Range Rover was already parked at the sanatorium's entrance. As I approached, I saw him practicing some kind of martial art—karate or taekwondo, perhaps.

I quickly parked my ...