Zara wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion or just a mood, but as she walked out of the pizzeria, pizza box balanced in one hand, all she could think about was collapsing onto the couch and eating straight from the box with Lucy… no plates, no guilt, just pure, greasy satisfaction.
She was really tired, working all evening. In fact, she had been working all day because it was laundry day and it was her turn. Not that Lucy ever did the laundry when it was her turn though, but for good reasons.
Her shifts were always so tiring and drilling, so Zara always understood her.
So now, she was tired. It had been a long day, and night.
Cleaning up the precinct on a shift was its own kind of punishment. Papers scattered across desks, empty coffee cups everywhere, and some officers who apparently tho
