The first thing Iris did after returning home was taking a warm shower. She changed into an old tshirt and loose pants. The fabric was old and coarse on her skin. It was familiar.
She entered the kitchen for a glass of water when her gaze landed on the cookies left on the counter. A strip of ribbon hung loosely on one side. The cookies looked lonely.
Ten minutes later, Iris sat on the floor in the dim living room with a plate of warm cookies and a glass of milk that was about to expire. Cold pizza didn't do much for her anyway.
Her phone chimed at the same time. Looking at the screen, she saw a text from Claire : Today's report.
Iris hated reports. They were boring to make and even less interesting to read. It caused a lot of disagreements with Dr Carlos.
Since Iris was already p
