Lila’s POV
The private clinic looked more like a five-star resort than an actual hospital. When the armored SUV pulled up the winding, brick-paved driveway, I honestly thought the driver had taken a wrong turn. The grounds were covered in lush, perfectly manicured green lawns, blooming flower beds, and stone fountains that washed away the usual clinical depression of a medical facility.
Navigating the hallways didn't involve breathing in that suffocating smell of bleach and old rubbing alcohol. Instead, the air was light, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh linen.
Seeing my mom sitting up in a sunny courtyard, wrapped in a soft cardigan and peacefully reading a fashion magazine, made every single piece of this nightmare marriage worth it. It truly did.
She looked so much healthier a
