Chapter 71

"Later, ma'am just opened her eyes out of the blue in the infirmary. Scared the crap out of the doctors. That death certificate they already signed with the prison guards? Yeah, tossed right out." "And after she woke up? Any signs of change?" "Oh, definitely," Mr. Foster leaned in, dropping his voice, "That's where things got weird. There've been a few fights in the prison since then-nothing new-but not once did she get so much as a scratch. Not one." The other inmates were clearly thrown in there to mess with her, but instead, they'd end up brawling among themselves, completely avoiding her. Now that? That's seriously strange. Ethan frowned slightly, deep in thought. Couldn't help but recall that absurd talk from Celeste last night-something about coming back from the dead and sending dreams or whatever. But he quickly brushed those ideas aside. No way. That's just nonsense. "What about her relation to the Larson family? You look into that?" "Yeah. Her dad, Nathan, runs some construct