#Chapter 137: Back On Track

Ava The next morning, Chris and I headed straight to the clinic, the small plastic baggie containing the mysterious white powder clutched tightly in Chris’s hand. We didn’t waste a single moment; as soon as the clinic opened, we were headed out, barely even having slept all night. “What do you think it is?” Chris muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed, as we walked into town. I shook my head as I gnawed on my lower lip. We had spent all night puzzling over it, but were ultimately too frightened to open the bag to even see what it smelled like. “I have no idea. But whatever it is, it has to be linked to what happened to that Omega girl. I’m sure of it.” Chris nodded apprehensively. We both knew the implications; if that Omega girl was meeting this cloaked figure and exchanging… whatever this was with them, then maybe that was why she had been pushed. And somehow, I had a feeling that this ran deeper than a simple drug exchange. Part of me wanted to be