Chapter 235

SIENNA

The clinic rose before us like a block of clean intentions—glass, steel, pale stone—all polished to reassure. Sunlight bounced off the façade and into my eyes as the convoy slowed. Security fanned out, earpieces buzzing faintly, the world rearranging itself around us.

Arthur squeezed my hand as we stepped inside.

“I don’t like the smell,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said, smiling down at