LOGINMorning arrived with a blanket of gray clouds hanging low over Ashwood Village. I stood outside the clinic, unlocking the front door as the familiar scent of damp earth filled the air. Normally, mornings brought me peace. Today, they only reminded me of the muddy footprints Ethan had found the night before.
I pushed the thought aside. Fear wouldn't help my patients. Inside, I switched on the lights and arranged the files on my desk. It was my routine—one that somehow made everything feel normal, even when it wasn't. Before I could settle down, the bell above the entrance chimed. "Doctor Ariana!" A little girl no older than eight rushed in, clutching a bouquet of wildflowers almost as big as her head. I smiled. "Well, good morning, Lily." She beamed as she placed the flowers on my desk. "These are for you." "They're beautiful." "My mama said you'll be leaving soon." I nodded gently. "In two days." Her smile faded. "Are you coming back?" The question caught me off guard. "I hope so." "You promise?" I crouched until we were eye level. "I promise I'll visit." She threw her tiny arms around my neck before running out of the clinic. I watched her disappear down the road and sighed. Leaving suddenly felt much harder than it had a week ago. The rest of the morning passed quietly. Grandpa Ben came in for another check-up despite strict instructions to remain in bed. "You walked here?" I asked, folding my arms. "I felt strong." "You nearly died four days ago." "I'm still alive." "Barely." He grinned. "You worry too much." "I have to. You're my most troublesome patient." "I thought I was your favorite." "You are. Unfortunately." He laughed so loudly that the patients waiting outside joined in. After checking his blood pressure and listening to his heartbeat, I nodded in satisfaction. "You're improving." "I told you." "But don't mistake improving for recovered." His shoulders slumped dramatically. "So I still can't work?" "No." "What about fishing?" "No." "Climbing trees?" I stared at him. "You almost asked that with a straight face." "I was testing you." "And you failed." He sighed. "I'll never win against you." "Not unless you go to medical school." "I'd rather wrestle a bear." I laughed as I scribbled down his updated prescription. "You'll be back here tomorrow." "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." As he shuffled toward the door, he suddenly stopped. "Ariana." "Hm?" "I'm proud of you." I blinked. "For what?" "You could've left this village years ago." "I know." "But you stayed." His eyes softened. "You stayed for all of us." A lump formed in my throat. "I was only doing my job." "No." He smiled warmly. "You became family." His words stayed with me long after he left. By noon, the clinic had finally grown quiet. I stepped outside to enjoy a few minutes of fresh air when the distant roar of engines broke the silence. Every head in the village turned. Three black SUVs sped down the dusty road, kicking up clouds of dirt behind them. Children stopped playing. Shopkeepers stepped outside. Even the birds scattered from the trees. Vehicles like those never came to Ashwood. Curiosity spread through the village almost instantly. "Who do you think they are?" Mrs. Martha whispered. "Government officials?" "Maybe investors." "I've never seen cars like that." I didn't think much of it. Whoever they were, they weren't my concern. I picked up a small box of antibiotics that needed to be delivered to Mrs. Cooper's house across the road. Balancing the box against my hip, I hurried toward the crossing. At that exact moment, the rear door of the middle SUV opened. A tall man stepped out. Black trousers. A charcoal coat despite the warm weather. His sleeves were rolled neatly to his forearms, revealing a silver watch that caught the afternoon sun. He pressed a phone against his ear while walking briskly in my direction, clearly focused on the conversation. "...I said move the meeting." His voice was calm. Deep. Commanding. I wasn't paying attention. Neither was he. We collided shoulder first. The medicine box slipped from my hands, scattering bottles across the road. "Oh!" I immediately bent to pick them up. "I'm so sorry." "So am I." His reply was short. Polite. Detached. Without looking at me, he crouched, picked up one of the bottles, and placed it back inside the box. "Thank you." He gave a small nod before continuing his phone call. "Delay it by two hours." Within seconds, he disappeared behind the SUVs. I adjusted the box in my arms and hurried toward Mrs. Cooper's house. I never saw his face. He never saw mine. Neither of us knew that fate had just introduced us. Behind the tinted window of the SUV, a man in a suit looked back through the glass. "Boss," he said quietly, "we should leave." The tall stranger slid into the back seat without another word. The convoy pulled away, disappearing down the winding road until only dust remained. By evening, the strange visitors had become the village's favorite topic. Everyone had a different theory. "They're buying land." "They're politicians." "They're celebrities." I simply smiled and continued organizing my patients' records. Whatever business had brought them here was over. Or so I thought. Outside the clinic, hidden behind the trees, another man watched me through a pair of binoculars. Unlike the visitors earlier... He hadn't come to pass through. He had come for me. And this time... He had no intention of missing.The bus pulled away from Ashwood just after sunrise, carrying me farther from the only home I had ever known, sat beside the window with my fingers wrapped tightly around the stethoscope keychain Ethan had slipped into my palm before I boarded. The village had disappeared from sight, but the ache in my chest refused to leave. Eight years. That was how long I had lived there, treating broken bones, delivering babies, comforting grieving families, and believing that if I worked hard enough, life would eventually reward me. Instead, I was leaving behind a ruined reputation, unanswered questions, and a heart that still refused to believe Daniel could betray me after everything we had sacrificed together.The rain began less than an hour into the journey, drumming steadily against the windows as the bus climbed a winding mountain road. Most of the passengers had fallen asleep, their heads resting against the seats while soft music played through the driver's radio. I reached into my bag an
barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the assassin's knife flashing beneath the streetlight, heard his voice whispering that I wouldn't survive a second time, and woke with my heart pounding against my ribs. By sunrise, the bruises on my wrists had already begun to darken, reminding me that none of it had been a nightmare. Dressed quietly, tied my hair into a low ponytail, and forced myself to head for the clinic. Staying home would only give fear a place to grow, and I refused to let whoever wanted me dead steal the last days I had left in Ashwood.The moment I stepped outside, I knew something had changed. Conversations stopped as I walked past. Women who normally greeted me with warm smiles suddenly lowered their voices. Two elderly men standing outside the bakery looked at me before pretending to continue their discussion. A little boy waved at me, only for his mother to gently pull his hand down and lead him away. My footsteps slowed. The attack had frightened everyone
Rain began as a light drizzle just after checking up on my last patient. I glanced through the clinic window, watching the sky darken far earlier than usual, and sighed before closing the final medical file. The events of the past few days refused to leave my mind. Eleanor Briggs' warning. The muddy footprints inside my clinic. Ethan's growing concern. I wanted to believe they were unrelated, that I was simply letting fear cloud my judgment, but every time I reached for that comforting thought, something inside me whispered otherwise. I locked the medicine cabinet, switched off the lights one by one, and slung my medical bag over my shoulder. The village had already gone quiet. Most families were indoors, escaping the coming rain. Only the sound of distant thunder followed me as I stepped outside and locked the clinic door behind me.I had barely taken a few steps when I heard another set of footsteps.Slow.Measured, not trying to hide, i stopped walking, the footsteps stopped, too.
Morning arrived with a blanket of gray clouds hanging low over Ashwood Village. I stood outside the clinic, unlocking the front door as the familiar scent of damp earth filled the air. Normally, mornings brought me peace. Today, they only reminded me of the muddy footprints Ethan had found the night before.I pushed the thought aside.Fear wouldn't help my patients.Inside, I switched on the lights and arranged the files on my desk. It was my routine—one that somehow made everything feel normal, even when it wasn't. Before I could settle down, the bell above the entrance chimed."Doctor Ariana!"A little girl no older than eight rushed in, clutching a bouquet of wildflowers almost as big as her head.I smiled."Well, good morning, Lily."She beamed as she placed the flowers on my desk."These are for you.""They're beautiful.""My mama said you'll be leaving soon."I nodded gently."In two days."Her smile faded."Are you coming back?"The question caught me off guard."I hope so.""Y
The words lingered in my mind long after Eleanor Briggs walked out of the clinic, some truths come with consequences, Doctor, I let out a slow breath before shaking my head."No," I muttered to myself. "She's grieving."People said strange things when they lost someone they loved. I'd seen it countless times over the years. Grief could make a person bargain with reality, deny the truth, or blame the wrong people.Surely, that was all this was.I picked up the next patient's file and forced myself to focus.By sunset, the clinic was empty.I locked the medicine cabinet, organized the patient records, and reached for my handbag. Just as I was about to leave, something caught my attention.The vase sitting on the windowsill had been knocked onto the floor.Glass covered the tiles.I frowned."I'm sure I left this here."Kneeling, I carefully picked up the larger pieces. It was the handmade vase the children had given me after I treated them during last year's flu outbreak.I smiled sadly
The stranger disappeared before Ethan could get a clear look at his face, his boots crunched against the gravel as he stepped toward the road, eyes narrowing at the empty corner where the man had vanished."Officer?"Grandpa Ben's granddaughter called, pulling him from his thoughts, Ethan turned back with a faint smile. "Everything alright?""Doctor Ariana is asking for you."He glanced toward the small house where Ariana was helping Grandpa Ben settle into bed. She was focused on checking his pulse, completely unaware that someone had been watching her only moments ago.Or maybe she was simply too trusting.Ethan looked once more at the road.Nothing.Not even footprints.His instincts rarely failed him, and right now, they were screaming that something wasn't right.---Three days later, Grandpa Ben had recovered enough to complain about being treated like an invalid."I'm telling you, Ariana, I'm perfectly healthy.""You nearly died.""I fainted.""You stopped breathing."He waved







