LYRA’S POV
The morning was dreadful. While I walked to the Clinic, a few minutes late, I contemplated calling Mia and taking a sick day off.
However, the side of me that believed I was supposed to be responsible stopped me from making the call. This was what adulting looked like - Showing up no matter the cost.
Even if you had your world rocked after getting drugged at a party. There was no excuse. I got to the Clinic with a cloud over my head and met Zoey in the lobby.
“You don’t look too good.” She observed looking me over.
I all but rolled my eyes. “Gee...thanks.” My tone dripped with sarcasm and she stepped closer to me with a smile.
“I heard there was a party. Did you get drunk?” She asked with a gossipy tone. Of course, she wanted the details. In the few weeks I’ve worked
