POV of Mathilda

I stopped in front of the door of the room where Paula was being treated. I felt scared and reluctant to face that woman.

“Why?” Fredric asked.

“I feel… I don’t want to go in and see Paula. You can go meet her, Fredric. I’ll wait here.”

“Let’s go, Mr. Fredric.”

The man standing by the door looked at us and turned toward the door as he opened it. And when he wasn’t paying attention, Fredric quickly and firmly grabbed my hand.

They didn’t give me any chance to stay behind; he prac