Demolition Before the Bloom

roses.

Normal.

Too normal.

Mr. Morris locked the front door.

Then the back door.

Then every window.

For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.

“We have a bigger problem.”

Julian looked at him.

“What?”

Mr. Morris pulled a folded document from his jacket.

“The hospital called me before I came here.”

He unfolded the paper.

It was a visitor log.

A list of names.

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