I yanked the door open wildly, my hands trembling slightly. I didn’t even go to the lab—I couldn’t. My mind was still reeling from what I’d heard earlier at the station.

“Ethan! Who are you?” I yelled, my voice cracking slightly, my face probably looking terrifying. He stirred from the couch instinctively, that same spot he always claimed like it was his throne. Always the couch, always a boring-ass podcast or documentary playing in the background. He never leaves that ...