KROSS

I didn’t think losing my father would hit me this hard. I didn’t want to feel it, but I did, so I did the next thing my mind could think of: a distraction.

That was why I went to Greece.

Not to escape his death. I knew better than that. Death follows you. But I needed motion. I needed purpose. If I stopped moving, I’d start thinking too hard, and thinking was dangerous right now.

The hospital sat on a hill overlooking the city. Old stone walls. Faded paint. I had been here ...