Amelia
The smell of disinfectant tickles my nostrils.
I hate how hospitals smell, and this doesn't stem from my childhood. I was a fairly healthy kid, I rarely fell ill. Perhaps it has to do with my mother. When she passed out a few days after Aaron was convicted, I was desperate. I didn't know what to do. I remember feeling terribly anxious and afraid. What would I have done without her?
I shake my head to get rid of these thoughts.
I'm ready to go, but they're still keeping me here for some reason.
That woman came out of nowhere, and the fact that she called me 'Daisy' is what makes that encounter stranger. It couldn't have been coincidental.
And I'm sure I didn't imagine it.
I could feel her anger. She wanted to kill me. If Felix hadn't showed up, that's exactly what she w
