88] Innocent Holly.

She hobbled down the corridor with her head bowed as she clutched her stomach, stifling her cries as she bit the inside of her cheek. Passing an empty room with the door wide open, she spotted a males trenchcoat slung over the end of the bed and without second-guessing her motives, she crept into the room, pulling the trenchcoat over her shoulders.

She popped the collar after she stuffed her long hair inside the jacket, and covered her head with the baseball cap she discovered hanging on the back of the door's hook.

She couldn't allow Sedar or his henchmen to apprehend her; it was time for her to stand on her own two feet and reclaim control of her life. She was strong; being strong had been her only option since her seventh birthday, and she was sick of being strong for all the wrong reasons at the tender age of twenty-two.

She made a pit stop on her way out, stopping by the intensive care unit, and paid Zeynep a quick visit. She needed to see her; she neede