Hailey Queen
The nurse’s office was quiet...too quiet for my liking. The smell of antiseptic stung my nostrils as I shut the door behind me. My heart was still racing from what had just happened in the hallway.
“Hailey?” Nurse Quinn’s soft voice broke the silence. She was in her mid-forties, calm eyes, kind smile—the kind of woman who could make anyone feel safe, but even her kindness felt like a luxury I didn’t deserve.
“What happened this time?” she asked gently, motioning for me to sit.
I forced a laugh. “Just a stupid accident, fell by the fountain it nothing serious.”
Her brows furrowed. “You always say that, but you keep coming back here with fresh bruises. Don’t lie to me, Hailey. Did your sister do this again?”
I froze. My throat tightened like someone had wrapped a rope arou
