Rena’s pov

James and i halted in front of a private hospital that was on the outskirts of Paris, I never thought there was any sort of buildings around there. It didn’t look like a place that accommodate people. Instead, it looked more lis people. Instead, it looked more like a silent reharb than a medical facility. But my heart pounded as i stepped into the building through its glass doors, my heels echoead softly against the floor as building as I approached the reception.

I clung a folder in my hand it was a folded letter, the one i had found in my parents table bedside drawer inside my...