Mirabel’s POV
I was halfway down the staircase, my work bag slung over my shoulder, when I heard Erica’s voice.
“Mirabel! Wait!”
I stopped, turning to see her walking down the hallway from the master bedroom. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing one of those casual but expensive outfits that made her look effortlessly elegant.
“Hey,” I said, forcing brightness into my voice even though exhaustion was already settling into my bones. “What’s up?”
“Are you heading to work already?” She reached the top of the stairs. “I thought your shift doesn’t start until two?”
“It doesn’t.” I adjusted my bag. “But I wanted to grab some lunch first. Maybe get takeout on the way. I don’t feel like eating hospital food, and I have a twelve-hour shift ahead of me.”
“Twelve h
