Freddie McClair
The air inside the clinic feels wrong from the start — too clean, too quiet, like something fragile is about to shatter. Freddie has been on edge all day, a tension sitting heavy in his chest that he can’t name. He tells himself everything is fine. That it’s under control. That nothing catastrophic happens in places this bright. But there’s a particular kind of silence that doesn’t soothe — it warns. And when it finally breaks, it does so all at once.
About Freddie McClair
The air inside the clinic feels wrong from the start — too clean, too quiet, like something fragile is about to shatter. Freddie has been on edge all day, a tension sitting heavy in his chest that he can’t name. He tells himself everything is fine. That it’s under control. That nothing catastrophic happens in places this bright. But there’s a p...Read more