Chapter 80

Cora POV

The corridor outside the director’s office was eerily quiet.

Too quiet.

Teagan walked beside me, his jaw clenched, his steps controlled like he was holding himself together by sheer will. Nurses and interns pretended to be busy as we passed, but I could feel their eyes on us, feel the whispers crawling behind my back like shadows.

I hated this part—the spectacle.

“Cora,” Teagan said softly once we were out of earshot, stopping near the emergency stairwell. ...