Chapter 283

"I’ve got this friend who's a clinical psychologist, specializes in PTSD. He’s published a ton of papers on some international forums, and he’s helped loads of people. What Rain’s going through—he’s had patients with really similar cases. I thought I’d get in touch and see if he can do something." "That would be great. It’s honestly tough finding someone truly qualified for this in Velmora." "Alright, I’ll try to reach out to him once I’m back." Outside the hospital room, Celeste Harper felt a wave of emotions she couldn’t quite pin down. They were mid-conversation when the elevator dinged softly, its doors sliding open down the hallway. A figure in olive green stepped out briskly, clearly in a hurry. He paused for half a second before striding quickly toward them. "Celeste." As he got closer, she could feel the winter night chill clinging to him, sharp and cutting. It was late, the kind of cold that sank into your bones. Before she could react, Ethan Shaw pulled her into his arms. The