Amara's POV
"Craig, who is this woman?!"
As soon as I turned to face the woman who had just come, she examined me closely, staring at every inch of my body. "Don't tell me this is one of your women," she sneered.
Craig said, "It's nice to see you today, Amara. But I think you have to go now and let me deal with this woman."
Before I walked away from them, I smiled at him and looked at the all-black-clad woman first. Then I nodded my head at Craig and left the hospital.
As I braved the downpour and scanned the street for a taxi, I furrowed my brow in frustration when I realized my phone's battery was dead.
Damn! How can I call for a cab or an Uber now?
After what felt like an eternity on foot, I finally reached the lonely street four kilometers away from the medical facility.
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