Chapter 157 The Cost Of The Cage

• CALLIE’S POV
• The drive to the specialized medical facility was a blur of screeching tires and suffocating silence. The moment Millie confronted us with Braham’s phone in her hand, the walls of the fortress crumbled. There was no more hiding the truth, no more shielding her from the fallout.
• When the heavy glass doors of the intensive care wing slid open, the clinical scent of antiseptic and ozone hit us like a physical blow. But it wasn't the machines that dominated the hallway; it was the sound.