Melody’s POVThe corridor back to my room felt colder than usual.It was not the kind of cold that comes from air-conditioning, but the kind that seeps into you slowly and personally.Every step resounded way too loudly, as if the walls themselves were listening.I passed the nurses’ station, nodded when one of them called my name, and smiled the way I’d learned to , small, polite,and empty. The kind of smile that convinced people you were a very nice person.Inside, my pulse was trembling.When I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned back against it, breathing in the faint smell of bleach and flowers. Someone had replaced the vase on the table with fresh lilies again. I used to like their scent, but now it only made my stomach twist.She wanted me to kill the child.No, wanted wasn’t even the right word. She’d said it so casually, like she was asking me to help rearrange the furniture in his mind. I mean I had attempted to do it before but I landed in this hospital, if I did i
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