Chapter 79
The next morning, Harper knew something was wrong before she even reached the front door of the clinic.
The clinic was supposed to open at eight, and she had arrived at seven twenty because she had learned, through painful experience, that arriving exactly on time only meant arriving late to whatever disaster had decided to wake up before her.
She was carrying two coffees, a paper bag containing a blueberry muffin she had bought at the drive-through, and her keys were already between her fingers when she noticed the glass.
For several seconds, she simply stood there. The entire front door was shattered.
Glass glitter across the sidewalk beneath the morning sunlight, tiny pieces scattered as far as the parking spaces. The door hung crookedly from its frame, and the metal ha
