Amber stared at the screen of her phone, her thumb hovering over the confirmation button.
Reschedule appointment?
She sighed.
"Yes," she whispered to herself.
She pressed it.
A second later, the confirmation appeared.
Your driving test has been rescheduled.
Amber leaned back in her chair and released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
There.
It was done.
She glanced around the staff office before slipping her phone into the pocket of her scrub pants. The building was unusually lively that afternoon. Music floated through the hallways, clients were laughing, and every few minutes, another staff member walked past carrying a box of supplies.
Today was face-painting day.
The small event had been planned for the clients as a way to get everyone out of their usual rout
