* * * Hope’s POV * * *
We stand in silence for a few moments, once the doctor and Miss Rita have left. I need time to process how I’m feeling. I close my legs, my hospital gown rustling as I slip off the table and find myself clutching parent Kimberley’s shoulder.
Her dainty arms are crossed over her body, but her hand finds mine and pats it gently. “Well done,” she whispers sympathetically, her eyes telling me she understands how I feel after such an invasive procedure. I’m glad that’s the case, but she doesn’t know what’s going on in my head.
Yes, I feel violated, but the fire that was already lit within me is roaring now. The flames flicker and burst, telling me it’s time.
I turn to make my way back to my safe haven of a bedroom, but before I can leave, my eye is caught by somet
