Chapter Thirty-Seven

Savannah

The hospital smells like bleach, coffee that’s been reheated too many times, and whatever soap they use that’s supposed to feel clean but makes my stomach turn.

I’m not even through the employee entrance before the nausea hits again, sharp and mean, like my body’s got jokes and I’m the punchline. I swallow hard and keep walking because I’m not doing this in front of the security desk, and