Jessica’s POV

The hospital smells like antiseptic and quiet desperation. I walk briskly through the corridor, not making eye contact with anyone. I’m not here for small talk or polite nods. I’m here to get things done. Ruthlessly.

I reach the doctor’s office and knock once before stepping in without waiting for a response. Dr. Franklin looks up from his desk, startled.

“Miss—” he starts, standing as if unsure whether to greet me or brace himself.

I cut him off with a smile. “Sit down, doctor. I won’t take much of your time.”

His nervous energy is almost amusing. I close the door behind me and walk to his desk...