BELLA
Satisfaction. The word didn’t cut it. What I felt after that confrontation with Layla surpassed contentment. I didn’t know I needed to unleash and air out my mind until I did, and now I feel lighter. Happier even. I chuckled to myself as the image of her face scrunched up in a mix of shock and annoyance resurfaced in my mind.
She was unnecessarily mean and needed to be taught a proper lesson. I was more than happy to do the honors.
As I stepped into the locker room, the familiar scent of antiseptic and fresh laundry enveloped me, instantly calming my mind. I slipped out of my clothes and into a crisp, white scrub, the soft fabric a comforting hug against my skin. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about my patient for the day - Cora.
My foster mother's warm, gentle
