Chapter 40 The Living Corpse

• IZZY’S POV
• The hospital smelled the same as it always did, clean, sterile, and a little too cold. I stepped inside, my hands gripping the handles of my bag like it could anchor me to reality. My heart was hammering in my chest, and every step toward the elevators felt like it was taking forever.
• “Do we really have to go this way?” Matteo asked, walking beside me. He looked calm, as if walking into a hospital was just another day.