Bella
“s**t,” My heart sinks when I pulled open the heavy, metal door to the apartment building and see the thick, veil of rain coming down from the dull, Texas sky.
I"m running late, as it is. Add in a rainstorm to my commute and I may as well call Rex right now and cancel my shift. He"d be pissed, but I know he would rather that than see me stuck in the storm on my way into work.
I"m a nurse.
From a very young age, I knew I wanted to help people. My parents thought I was just a kind soul and were hell bent on me following in their footsteps in the music industry. My father was a jazz singer while my mother was a music instructor at a music college in the town where I"d grown up. As I pulled out my umbrella and raced through the heavy rain in order to make it to my beat up Chevy, I sm
