JOSH’S POVThe drive to St. Jude Hospital was a suffocating exercise in restraint.The interior of the Range Rover smelled of Ada’s jasmine-vanilla perfume—a scent that used to be familiar but now made my stomach turn like I had drank spoilt milk. She sat in the passenger seat, humming a mindless tune, occasionally reaching over to pat my arm on the steering wheel, as if we were a normal couple heading to a brunch date.Every time her skin touched mine, I felt a jolt of pure, concentrated disgust. I wanted to swerve the car into a tree or a pole, just to stop her from humming or even clinging to me. I wanted to scream at her that I knew she was a monster, but my father’s words—protective custody—echoed in my head like a rhythmic threat.When we pulled into the hospital parking lot, Ada leaned over. "You look so tense, darling," she whispered, her voice sugary, coy, sounded bitter to my ears though like bitterleaf dipped in honey. Before I could flinch away, she pressed her lips to my
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