She stood in the morgue, the sterile air heavy with the scent of antiseptic.
The technician opened a labeled stainless steel drawer and withdrew the body of the man she had seen laughing just hour's ago—the monster who had hurt Lexi.
The one who had tried to kill her.
Now, in this cold, lifeless room, he lay still, a pale and fragile shell of the fury he once embodied. All that rage, anger, and hatred were gone, replaced by silence and stillness.
Nothing but an empty, hollow vessel.
Nothing but dust.
Is this what she had wanted?
Her chest tightened. Had she, someone sworn to save lives, taken one with her own hands?
Could she believe herself capable of something so inhumane, so final?
Wasn't it their oath to save… not to kill?
The questions gnawed at her as she stared at his lifeless form. How would she live with herself if it were true?
If she had crossed that line, could she ever go back?
