I’ve always known I had the terrible habit of sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, even when the warning bells were screaming DON’T DO IT. But it’s the fear of being left in the dark that terrifies me the most. The feeling that if I don’t know what’s going on, I’m being blindly led into a slaughter zone.
Even now, as I walk hand-in-hand with Alex.
He says nothing, but his lips curve into a heartwarming smile as he lifts me off the ground. My head turns automatically, trying to take in the surroundings. A hospital? The bright, sterile ceiling glows above, and the sharp scent of medicine burns my nostrils as I realize I’m being carried toward a bed.
Confusion claws at my chest.
What’s going on?
I glance up at his face. His lips are moving like he’s trying to speak, or maybe he alrea
