Chapter 263

• Leah's POV
• I walked into the clinic, its low-key luxury pressing against me like a velvet glove hiding claws. The air bit at my skin, cool and sterile, a frail shield against the chaos clawing inside my chest. The place reeked of money - polished wood, soft lighting - but it couldn't drown out the stench of my own fear.
• I was halfway through the door when this security guard stepped in front of me, all stiff like he’d caught me trespassing. "Ma'am, may I ask who you are and why are you here?"