Mirellie
The moment I stepped out of the dining room, relief flooded through me. Somehow, against all odds, I had actually done it. Evander had said yes.
The thought followed me all the way upstairs. For the first time in days, something that belonged to me hadn’t been taken away.
By the time I reached the Luna Suite, I was smiling. A real smile. The kind that felt strange after not using it for so long.
The clinic. I was going back to the clinic.
The moment I entered my room, I headed straight for the wardrobe and pulled out my clinic scrubs. The faded blue fabric was folded neatly where I had left it. When I held it up, my smile softened.
The uniform was getting old. The color had faded from years of washing and the fabric had begun thinning in places. Realistically, I needed a new
