Chapter 137: We shouldn't have trusted Flynn

The hospital room seemed to envelop Dexter in a shroud of melancholy as his gaze swept across the sterile surroundings. The steady drip of IVs, the rhythmic beeping of life-saving monitors, and the soft murmur of nurses going about their duties filled the air, creating a somber atmosphere that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Standing alongside the chief, Dexter observed the poignant scene unfolding before him. Sonia's embrace enveloped Lacey, a fragile figure in the midst of her own turmoil. At first, Dexter had been unaware of Lacey's connection to Flynn, but as he watched the tender exchange between the two, a pang of recognition stirred within him.

Lacey had been too scared and traumatized to speak during the chief's first attempt to learn about what had happened between Flynn and the men who shot him. But now, with Sonia's reassurance and the knowledge that Flynn was still alive, she felt a newfound sense of determination bubbling within her.

"It's okay, Lacey. Flynn's alive. Yo