Scout’s POV
Rewritten Chapter
"Get out of my face before I snap your neck, Alice."
Nixon roared the words, his throat raw, the sound tearing through the sterile room like a blade. His chest heaved against his leather jacket. His boots kicked a metal stool into the wall with a deafening clang that made my eardrums throb.
"Nixon, stop!" I lunged forward. My fingers caught the rough canvas of his sleeve, dragging him back from the doctor. "Look at me. Look at me!"
He did not look. His jaw clamped shut, a hard knot of muscle jumping in his cheek as he stared right through Alice. He tore his arm out of my grip. The force threw me off balance, my thin shoes skidding on the cold tile. He did not check to see if I fell. He turned on his heel, his heavy shoulder slamming into the doorframe as
