“You’re going to love it,” Mara says for the third time, her hands steady on the steering wheel as she pulls into the parking lot. “Trust me. After everything you’ve been through lately, this is exactly what you need.”
I stare at the building through the windshield.
It looks like... a medical facility. Completely ordinary. Three stories of beige brick, tinted windows, a small sign near the entrance that reads “Wellness Institute - Private Practice.” There’s even a handicap ramp and those little directional signs pointing to different departments.
“This is it?” I ask skeptically. “It looks like a regular clinic.”
“That’s the point.” Mara grins. “It used to be an actual medical building before the group bought it. Everything inside is real – the equipment, the rooms, everything. That’s w
