C8 ISABELLA'S POV

ISABELLA'S POV

I sit in the small, sterile office, the smell of antiseptic clinging to the air. My hands are trembling, and I try to steady them on my lap, but it’s no use. The doctor sits across from me, his face impassive, though I can tell he’s curious. I take a deep breath, but the words are caught in my throat, tangled up with everything else swirling in my head.

“I’m here for a reason