Evelyn~Hospitals smelled exactly the same no matter how many times you walked into them. Disinfectant. Coffee that had been sitting too long. Freshly cleaned floors. Fear. I used to think that last one was in my imagination. Now I was not so sure. Maybe fear actually had a smell. If it did, I had lived with it long enough to recognize it anywhere.Toby walked beside me, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, looking significantly less nervous than I felt. Naturally. The child who was actually getting examined had somehow become the calm one. Meanwhile my stomach had been in knots since six that morning.Leone noticed. Of course he did. He reached over and squeezed my hand. “You have checked the appointment time four times.”“I have checked it twice.”He raised an eyebrow. “Six.”“…Fine.”Toby looked back at us. “You guys are weird.”“Your mother is weird.”I gasped dramatically. “The betrayal.”Leone smiled. “I will recover.”Toby snorted. “I do not think she will.”Wonderful.
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