#Chapter 80: A Plan

Chris The scent of disinfectant and herbal remedies stung my nostrils as Leonard and I made our way down the narrow infirmary corridor. My boots echoed off of the walls, my steps short and clipped. “Are you sure you want to see her?” Leonard asked. “After what she did, no one would blame you.” “She needs to hear it from me,” I ground out, my jaw clenched so tightly that the words almost had to be forced through gritted teeth. “What she did... there’s no going back from that. Not this time.” Leonard didn’t respond, but I could sense him nodding beside me. When we finally reached the closed door to Olivia’s private recovery room, Leonard stopped short, resting one hand on the doorknob as he turned to give me one last look. “Ready?” I answered with a terse nod, already feeling the fury I had managed to bottle up temporarily slowly beginning to uncork itself from deep in my gut. The simmering rage toward my former sister bubbled up hot and viscous until I could