ZARA:
The clinic smelled faintly of herbs, familiar, comforting, and a little overwhelming after being away. The morning sun filtered softly through the glass panes, casting light over the rows of beds. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this place until I stepped through the door.
Dr. Brakley was bent over his desk, scribbling notes when he saw me. His glasses slipped a little down his nose, as usual.
“Zara,” he said, a surprise flickering in his eyes. “You’re back.”
“Yes, Doctor.” I offered a small smile. “I just wanted to apologize for leaving suddenly that night. I should’ve asked for permission—”
He waved a hand dismissively before I could finish. “No need to explain, child. I heard enough to understand. Just…” His eyes softened. “Next time, let someone know. You scared half the
