Elle’s POV
The hospital looked smaller than I remembered.
The white paint was dull now, and the air smelled like bleach and metal. I hadn’t been here in years, but the moment I stepped inside, my chest tightened. It was the same place where I lost everything…and where I hid everything too.
I walked to the reception desk and forced a polite smile.
“Hi, I’m looking for a nurse. Her name’s Anna. She used to work here years ago. I’m not sure if she still does.”
The receptionist looked up from her screen. “Anna Whitmore? She’s still here, ma’am. Down the east hallway. Room six.”
“Thanks,” I said quietly.
My hands shook a little as I made my way down the hall. The floor squeaked under my shoes. Every step felt like walking back in time, back to the woman I used to be. Layla.
When I reach
