I dug through my closet, tossing a few outfits onto the bed before settling on a simple blue top and white jeans. I slipped on my white sneakers, laced them snugly, and stuffed my phone and wallet into my handbag, making sure the keys were inside.
Papers from the clinic lay stacked on the desk, brought over the day I got home. I grabbed them, flipping through quickly to make sure nothing remained unfinished.
I ran a hand through my straight blonde hair, tying it back into a loose ponytail, then scanned the room. Everything looked in order. I double-checked the apartment keys in my bag.
Ugh, finally done, Jenna. I let out a deep breath, shook my head, slung my bag over my shoulder, and turned to meet Alexa’s gaze.
She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her gray eyes, just like Dad’s, m
