I put the folder back into Monroe’s office. He was waiting for me there. I didn’t say a word to him. Just put the papers on his desk and left.
I can’t get his smile out of my head.
I know I’ve always said the Doc creeps me out but this was something else. It felt like he wanted to eat me. Reminded me of that feral cat near the bar, the one who plays with the mice before killing them.
He doesn’t know who told us. At least, I don’t think he does. He tried to ask me as I was leaving, but I pretended to not hear him. I was already leaving, I think I played it off alright. We’re not letting him get anyone else, not if we can help it.
I’ve started following him around at night. I don’t know if he just doesn’t notice me, or doesn’t care. He keeps muttering things to himself.
Something about the “perfect specimen.” Said it made all of the failures worth it, and that “Mother will be pleased.”
I don’t know what the hell is happening anymore, Terri. I don’t know what freaks me out more. The fact Monroe did this at all, or the fact he was doing it for someone else. It reminded me of what those twins’ parents said. “Handed over willingly.”
A part of me wants to just skip town, find somewhere else to plant roots. But I can’t leave the patients here. I can’t leave you here. Not as long as Monroe still has access to them.
Where do we even go from here?
Meet me at the park. One more time.
--Sam
I put the copies in the spot we discussed. No one saw me. Nothing followed me. We’ll get them back when Monroe stops watching us.
Apoctober days 25 and 26, cleric and royalty! Accidentally wrote the day number on the second one, but it still looks okay and I'm happy with how it turned out. The cleric is from a religion I'm making up for one of my stories.