Enrique:
I numb my chicken grilled sandwich quietly, while going through my phone, staring at my schedule. When I woke up, the side of the bed was empty, which meant Irene had wandered around. I overheard her telling Naya that taking a stroll helps clear her mind.
I take a gulp from the mug of coffee, while stiffening a yawn. Tyler walks over to me, holding a bunch of folders to his chest; he slams them on the table.
“This is what you asked for.” His voice is strained, I don’t blame him, he spent all yesterday scolding his sister.
I take a look at the folders, holding them out one by one. The name Iris Costa is reflected on the paper, these are her medical records, ever since last night, and the way she seemed so emotional about her sister, I don’t know, I guess I just want to do somet
