Chapter 7The minute the automatic door whooshed open, Jessie’s senses were assaulted. The smell of the antiseptic, the sounds from the overhead intercom, all together reminding her of waking up just after her accident. But that hospital was in Boston, where she didn’t care if she saw someone she knew. Walking into the Swan Harbor one, where everyone knew her family, felt much like walking into a lion’s den.
Instructions were given to her on the best way to navigate unfamiliar environments, but she hadn’t been willing to listen. The quiet murmur of conversation had her unconsciously holding onto Dylan a little tighter. Self-preservation ran rampant inside as she fought to hide the fact she couldn’t see well.
They had gone down one hall and around a corner, when the sound of quick feet had
