Cole Pov

The only sound in the room while I was looking through a patient's file was the soft scratch of my pen on paper.

The office had a serene almost quiet atmosphere; the bulb overhead created long shadows against the walls.

I let myself enjoy the quiet which was a short-lived luxury in a doctor's otherwise hectic life .

Then a knock came all of a sudden. Sharp and insistent, it broke the silence, the sound came again, piercing the air like a startling chord.

I sighed, as I put ...