Chapter 214 Checkup

• Imogene Scott
• The air inside the car feels suffocating as I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white against the leather. The phone call is still replaying in my head including my conversation with Lila. It wasn’t her that made the threatening call. I’m sure of it now. But if it wasn’t her, then who was it?
• I force myself to focus on the road ahead. My fingers tighten around the wheel as I take the familiar turn toward the hospital.