Ned and the Web of Lies

Ned Hillsdale lay in his hospital bed, the sterile white walls closing in on him. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of his brush with death. The pain from his gunshot wound was a dull ache, but it was nothing compared to the fear and anxiety gnawing at his insides. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices