Ryder marched down the hallway toward Katherine’s room, fresh from his meeting with Kevin. It was time for her meds, and judging by the hour on his watch, she should’ve been up already. He reached the door and opened it slowly.
Just as expected, Katherine sat upright on her bed, phone clutched in her hand, eyes burning holes into the screen. The device had clearly offended her existence.
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