Morning at the office felt different today, for some reason. It was like a ray of hope sat at the bottom of my gut, telling me that today wasn’t going to be as bad as yesterday. Amazing what a good dose of rage and pain medication could do for a girl's perspective.
Lily ambushed me at the elevator, “How are you holding up, warrior princess?”
I snorted at the nickname. “Shouldn't I be asking you that? I'm not the one who pulled a heroic save yourself moment yesterday.
“Please,” she waved off my concern. There was a dinging sound, and the elevator doors opened up. As we continued walking towards the office, she continued, “Everything still rings pretty vivid in my head, you know, but I’ll get over it in time.”
Feeling that twinge of guilt and appreciation again, I warped my arm
