The door swung open, and Dr. Haynes rushed in, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. He quickly assessed the tension in the room, his gaze hardening as he stepped toward us.
“Enola,” he snapped, his tone unforgiving. “Get out. You’re compromising her safety.”
Enola’s grip on me tightened briefly, her face twisting with a barely concealed rage. For a second, it looked like she might refuse. But under the doctor’s sharp, unyielding stare, she let go, her mouth pressed into a thin line as she backed away.
“If anything happens, it’s on her,” she muttered darkly, her gaze flicking to me with a look that sent chills down my spine. Without another word, she stormed out, leaving an oppressive silence in her wake.
Dr. Haynes immediately turned to me, his voice a mix of reassurance and urg
