Zoya’s P.O.V
Before anything else, I set my mind into treating the patients that were waiting to get treated by me. I had foregone all the things that had been bothering me, in order to be able to focus on the people that needed my immediate attention. And I had been successful in immersing myself in my work, then, and not once had I thought about Lily, or Ezra, or Ravi, or even Sam. I was in the zone, and having to deal with patients while armed with a friendly smile on my face tricked my own mind that everything was just fine. Then, once things were finally in order, and I could finally afford to pay attention to my worries, I clocked out for my lunch break, fiddling with my ring.
I walked out of the clinic, still lost in thought about Lily, her mysterious death, and Ezra’s strange beh
