The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 367

She commanded herself to remain calm. This was exactly like every other time she had delivered dinner to Garrison. She was Garrison Foster's sister. Her presence in this building was perfectly normal. No one would suspect her. No one would stop her.

She pushed the door open and stepped out.

In the very next second, her feet rooted firmly to the floor.

At the far end of the corridor, Sloane Taylor was standing by the elevators, holding the tortoiseshell cat in her arms.

She was wearing a pristine white hospital gown with a light blue cardigan draped over her shoulders. The kitten was curled securely in the crook of her elbow, purring with its eyes half-closed.

The afternoon sun spilled through the window at the end of the hall, bathing her entirely in a soft, ethereal golden halo.

Sloane spotted Quinn. Her gaze lingered on Quinn's face for a brief second before shifting to the tightly sealed lab doors behind her.

Quinn's heart violently slammed against her ribs! It pounded so fiercely she could practically hear her own blood rushing backward through her veins.

*Right, she has amnesia!* Vanessa had explicitly told her that Sloane had lost her memory.

*She shouldn't recognize me!*

Quinn stood frozen, repeating a frantic mantra in her head: *Don't panic. Do not panic!*

*That woman has no idea who I am. She doesn't even remember Garrison...* As Sloane's gaze shifted away, Quinn forced her legs to move, walking forward casually as if absolutely nothing was wrong.

A few feet away, Sloane glanced at her again, completely failing to recognize her.

In truth, Sloane didn't even know this woman's name. She just thought her face looked vaguely familiar in the dim light of the hallway, like someone she had bumped into before. But she quickly chalked it up to her being 'probably just a hospital staff member.'

Sloane was just about to turn and walk away with the cat when the tortoiseshell suddenly snapped its eyes open!

Its ears twitched wildly. Its tail uncurled from Sloane's wrist as its paws scrambled against the air. Without a shred of warning, it launched itself directly at Quinn.

Her voice came out startlingly steady. It was so steady it even shocked her.

Sloane bowed deeply in apology and hurried away, scolding the furry little culprit under her breath as her footsteps faded into the distance.

The corridor was completely empty again.

Quinn leaned against the wall and slowly slipped her hand inside her coat. Her fingertips brushed against the vial—its smooth glass surface... and then she froze. The texture was wrong.

A microscopic, nearly invisible hairline fracture had spider-webbed from the middle of the glass straight down to the base. A faint blue, glowing liquid was already seeping through the crack.

Her pupils dilated in pure horror.

The Vitas Strain sample... had leaked onto her skin!