#Chapter 93: Cabin Fever -- Part I

Nina When I returned home that night, I locked myself in my room and got to work scouring through Justin’s patient files. I stayed up all night poring over the files until the sun came up, but there wasn’t anything in the folder that could outright prove that Edward had given Justin the Mad Wolf serum or that he’s done anything sinister to him. I felt as though I had hit a brick wall; in the same way that the police were no help when I tried to go to them about the stalker, they would certainly be no help now if I showed them a benign patient file. If anything, I would be painted as the bad guy for sneaking into Edward’s house and stealing the files, and alerting the police would probably only make Edward cover his tracks even more. It was almost as if Edward intentionally set all of this up, knowing fully well that no one would believe me if I tried to turn him in to the police. I was at a dead end. The only mention of anything even remotely sinister was a sing