Melanie’s POV
I pushed my confrontation with Lydia out of my mind and focused on getting through the rest of my shift which thankfully, went without any major incidents.
I had just changed out of my scrubs and was on my out of the changing room when I got a call from, Phoebe.
Phoebe was a sweet, old lady that lived on the same floor of my apartment. She also had a cat named, Orange and I usually helped her watch her cat.
My stomach was dipped with nerves. It's been a while since she's seen or spoken to me so I knew why she was calling. What the hell was I going to tell her?
It was obvious I hadn’t moved out but I’ve been MIA for weeks. I was surprised she hadn’t even called earlier. However, I was more annoyed with myself for forgetting about her.
I had a mind to avoid, Phoebe’s call
