Signal Drift
Signal Drift: Chapter 28
The plastic syringe she had been holding slipped from her numb fingers, hitting the floorboards with a dull, hollow click. Audrey just stared at him, her face completely drained of color, looking at a man who was supposed to be a ghost thousands of miles away. In the tight, amber-lit alcove of a leaking riverside shelter, the weight of three decades and the raw trauma of what they had lost before the sky went dark came crashing back into the frequency.
