Paloma Perez.
“She’s here.” Sydney opens the door to Mrs. Flora’s office.
I chew gently on my bottom lip cause Mrs Flora didn’t exactly say why she wanted to see me. I was hoping it was to show her the finished work of the workspace, maybe get a proud nod or a smile. But after what happened… the panic attack… maybe this is about that.
“There you are…” Mrs. Flora turns away from the parrot cage and open her arms for a hug. I am surprised yet I reach for her fluffy hug against her cashmere sweater. When she pulls back, her hands stay on my shoulders and I’m struck all over again by how much her eyes look like Elijah’s.
“Are you okay? Did you see a doctor? I heard Rebekah took you to our VIP center. I asked Sydney to check in with the doctors, but by the time she got there, you’d alread
