Ziyoon Gibreel Cua's Point of View
I drop my keys on the table the moment I reach my clinic after staying for another three hours with Gabrielle. I sighed and remove my headband around my forehead as I try to move around the area, looking for the records that I hid about her and the rest of her family.
"I know there is something wrong in here." I whispered and pull out the brown envelope from my drawer. I sat on my swivel chair while holding the lower part of my lip, still having a second thoughts if I should do the idea running inside my head or just let everything pass by.
But she was going through a lot these days already. I know she's been adjusting to be herself and I don't think that adding some drills to her already complicated life is already too much.
Later on, I heard my p
