Betty's POV

I always hated hospitals. The smell of antiseptic always made me nauseous but I didn't have a choice.

My throat dried up. It felt like air refused to move in or out. The brown envelope sat between us. I just stared too scared to open it despite knowing what was in it. The scent that lingered in the hospital didn't make things any better.

"...as we expected?" My voice cracked. I hated that it did. I repeated it, hoping she would crack up a laugh and say Got ...