Isabel's POV
The hospital corridor smelled like antiseptic and decay, triggering my gag reflex as I walked beside Christopher. I clutched the food container tighter, forcing a soft smile whenever he glanced my way.
"You really didn't have to come," he said for the third time.
"Of course I did. Your mother needs all the support she can get right now."
His grateful expression made the lie worth telling.
Truth was, I hated hospitals. And I especially hated Christopher's mother for existing at all.
If she would just die already, this entire mess would be over.
Christopher could focus completely on me instead of splitting his attention between his failing parent and that worthless mate of his.
"She's been... difficult lately," Christopher admitted, running a hand through his hair. "The
