In the Cold Light of Aisle Four, Silence Cuts Deeper Than the Loudest Lie
CHAPTER 1: THE ACCUSATION AT THE THRESHOLD The steel wheel of a heavy mobile clothes rack screeched against polished tile as a gold-ringed hand rammed the frame straight into Elena’s hip, pinning her navy scrubs against the display wall. “You don’t get to slide past the queue just because you’re wearing scrubs, honey,” a booming…