Dr. Charles Foster had a well-structured face with the creases one expects to have at 50. His chin sported a scissor-cut graying goatee, which stopped near his bottom lip, well groomed around his mouth, and trimmed neatly beneath his hooked nose. He had a full beard at one time; however, one of his female clients once told him that full beards make a man's face look older and fatter. His bluish-gray oval eyes sat in deep beneath his thick brown eyebrows, and despite his aging,
Miss Karina Davenport's devoted caregiver, Annie Willow, sat at her bedside and caressed her sweaty palm. She gently raised Karina's arm and tenderly rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand. After so many quiet days and nights of leaving the windows open for fresh air, the chief physician, Doctor Andrew Cortland, ordered the windows shut and locked, sealing in the stifling heat, the intense smell of garlic, and the constant bustling and chatter from the team of nurses. Annie swallowed hard while watching
