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Dunk has spent years in the ER saving people on the edge of death-but the one they rush in at 2:17 a.m. shatters every rule he's learned to live by.
A stranger, carved open by knives, grazed by a bullet, and covered in scars that speak of a life soaked in violence. A stranger who should mean nothing to him... yet the moment Dunk touches him to stop the bleeding, something beneath his calm fractures. A pull he can't name. A memory he shouldn't have.
Then the stranger's eyes snap open-wild, unnervingly aware-and all the noise of the ER seems to fall away. He looks at Dunk not like a doctor, not like a rescuer, but like a man who he had lost ... and never stopped searching for.
Before Dunk can move, the stranger seizes his wrist with a desperate strength.
"Dunk... please don't disappear ever again."
Words that make no sense-yet feel like a grief he's already lived.
And just as suddenly, the man collapses. Unconscious. Dying. Leaving Dunk with a bruised wrist, bloodstained gloves, and a question that claws at him long after the gurney disappears into the ICU:
How can a dying stranger say he's already lost Dunk once...
and why does some part of Dunk believe him?
As secrets surface, memories blur, and danger coils closer, Dunk is about to discover that the man he saved isn't a stranger at all-just the key to a past he doesn't remember... and a future someone is willing to kill for.