CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
JAXSmooth cream walls and dark hardwood floors greet me as I step over the threshold into my home. My body relaxes as I stand in the foyer. It feels good to be out of the Zoo, but even in the serenity of my house, everywhere I turn, I see Priya. The look of utter desperation was unfurling across her face. It’s like time stabbed my chest with a knife and keeps twisting it relentlessly.
Ignoring her like that, as if she were a wild animal, was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I wanted to run to her, to soothe her, to tell her that I’m sorry and everything will be okay, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Her fate would be far worse had I showed any concern or attachment. She is supposed to be the enemy. The look on Dr. Jenkins’s face showed who the true enemy is—me. And as I
