Hold

Rika has five dead women on her official record. There are six. The sixth never died. When a trail of refrigeration invoices, missing personnel, and pediatric supplies leads to Carrow House, she arranges to be sent inside. The east wing has been cold for eleven years and nobody will say why. Behind its sealed doors, the people who made the composites have learned something worse than how to steal from the dead. They have learned how to make a human being hold. A door. A boundary. An ending that never arrives.