Chapter 78 - Patient Number 25

Isabel’s POV

I followed the nurse down the narrow, dimly lit hallway. Each step felt like walking into a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.

My feet were bare. The cold tiles sent shivers up my spine. The thin hospital gown clung to my body, offering no warmth, no protection. Even my wig was gone.

I felt stripped, vulnerable and exposed. As if everything that made me Isabel had been taken away. I had nothing but my fear.

We reached a small consultation room. The moment I stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind me with a loud click. I spun around, heart racing. But the door was locked. I was trapped, again.

My breath quickened, panic rising in my chest. The room was stark, bare. No windows. No escape.

My reflection flickered in the glass of a single hanging light above the desk. I looked like a ghost, pale and gaunt. A shadow of the woman I used to be.

Moments later, the door creaked open again. A doctor in a white coat walked in, followed closely by a nurse. I wanted to scream, to