“How are you feeling, Mrs. King?” the doctor asks, and I search my surroundings for Aunt Elsa—Eli’s mum. Or maybe Aunt Astrid—Eli’s aunt. Or Eli’s grandmother. Those are the only Mrs. Kings I know. I find none of them and redirect my gaze at the white-haired doctor, who’s watching me with that fake sympathy. “Mrs. King?” he repeats. “Who is he talking to?” I whisper to no one in particular. “Is Aunt Elsa around?” “He’s talking to you, Ava,” Eli says with a cruel tilt to his lips. “We got married two years ago, remember?”
Ahhhhh
