Maybe It’s Justice

***Hazel***

We came to a stop in front of what I guessed was Mom’s hospital room. The hallway smelled like disinfectant and lemon wipes—too clean, too sterile to feel real. My palms were damp, my throat tight.

“Should I knock?” I asked Caleb, my hand already hovering near the door.

He gave me a look like I’d just suggested we call first. “For what? So your fiancé can attack me for letting you kno