Zoey and Steve walked down the quiet hallway of the VIP ward, passing by several closed doors. The atmosphere was hushed and sterile, with the sound of footsteps echoing in the brightly lit hallway. Zoey couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as they approached her mother’s room, despite the residue hurt from Evan’s behavior.
The differences between this floor and those below were obvious. But despite the hospital’s efforts to create a clean environment that didn’t scream hospital, there was still a faint scent of antiseptic that hung in the air. Zoey wrinkled her nose slightly, not fond of the smell, but it didn’t detract from her eagerness to see her mother.
The walls of the hallway were the same pale shade of green as the rest of the hospital, but with a row of
