Zoya’s P.O.V
I froze in my seat as we were pulled up to the hospital. My hands started to shake, and my stomach dropped. Memories of the past flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me, a red sea tide pulling and pushing and taking all that it can from me until all that's left of me were my hollow bones and paper-thin ribs.
It was my old hospital…
It was a horrifying kind of ache that started to swell in me, the kind that I could not push down no matter how hard I tried. It was not a wine bottle that I could simply put a cork on and call it a day. It was not a random stranger I could close the door on. It was grueling and familiar, and it was one that did not want to be contained.
As I sat in the car, my mind wandered to memories of my past in New York.
