Set Me Free
“Eva, I’m taking you to the private hospital on the fifth floor of the manor house. Hudson brought a team of specialists here. We need to give you a thorough physical exam.”
I was very obedient. I followed closely behind Hudson, going through one examination after another. From blood draws to ultrasounds and CT scans, the doctors meticulously examined the shocking scars covering my body, taking notes and photographs. There was also a gentle female doctor who sat directly across from me. In an incredibly soft tone, she asked me questions about my sleep, my appetite, my moods, and those deep scars.
I behaved perfectly. If I knew the answer, I answered. If I didn’t, I apologized. The matron had