I stared at the torn piece of cheap metal resting in my palm, my blood running completely cold as the Alaskan storm raged outside, realizing the angry man standing inches away from me in the ER wasn’t a real doctor at all—and we were trapped with an imposter.
Part 1: I never thought a simple piece of metal could make my heart stop beating. But as I stood there under the harsh, flickering fluorescent lights of the trauma bay, I realized my absolute worst nightmare was just beginning. It was a brutal Tuesday night in Anchorage, Alaska, and the winter storm outside was…
