CHLOE'S POV
I sat calmly in the hospital passageway legs crossed, perfectly poised. The smell of disinfectant filled the air and nurses went by without paying much attention. That was good. I wanted to blend in like just another concerned visitor.
But I wasn’t here for concern. I was here for control.
When I finally saw Zoe and Owen walking down the hall, a sense of satisfaction grew inside me. There it was…the look on Zoe’s face. Confusion. Apprehension. Like she was watching something fall apart that she thought she had perfectly planned.
They weren't expecting me. Not now. Not after all this time.
Zoe's pace quickened. She approached me with that usual still, accusing stance. “Why are you here?” She asked, her voice already tight before she was close enough to whisper.
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