GINGER:

The world around me remains a blur. There are sirens everywhere, and the paramedics wheel Hu into the back of their car. I try to get in with him, but I am stopped.

“We have to make sure you are alright,” one of them says, holding on to me. I struggle, thrashing against them, but they do not let go.

“Listen to them, Ginger, please.” Hiram’s voice cuts through the haze in my head, and the second I look away, the ambulance with Hu’s body drives off.

The police circle my ...