As he ran a hand through his hair, James couldn’t deny Evie’s vanilla lavender scent still clinging to the tips of his fingers. He inhaled its remnants as the typical peace and calm filled him even as he walked away from the one girl he always could count on. He let his board drop to
Evie tapped her foot against the cold, white tile floor of the hospital’s infusion room. “The Chemo Room,” as she called it, was filled with the bitter scent of something poisonous wrapped up in an antibacterial wash. It was on the surfaces, in the air, in the water, and worst of all in her sinuses.