Chapter 7

Chapter 7 

Zara 

Leaving the hospital should feel like a way bigger deal than it actually does. 

I think part of me expects some grand sensation when the pale-yellow hospital gown is folded away for the last time, and Jade helps me ease into soft leggings and a loose sweater that smells faintly like my old laundry soap. 

That scent makes me feel as though some part of the woman I was has traveled here through my clothing, and is waiting to see what I will do with her. 

But the leaving isn’t grand. 

It’s careful and it’s slow.