Mia
Nearly a month had passed since the raid, and life had settled into a new routine. I was working as a nurse, and the steady rhythm of the hospital shifts was both grounding and exhausting. Mom was at the penthouse on bedrest, recovering from her surgery, but her spirits were high. She had a job interview lined up for a remote position answering phones, a role that promised more stability and a better salary than she had ever seen before.
We had Emma to thank for that.
As Diane prepared for the interview, she asked me a question that had been on my mind as well.
“Mia, do you still plan on leaving the city when your residency is up?”
I sighed, glancing at her. “It’s been a month now, and there’s been nothing from Albert. I think it's safe to say that it’s really over.”
I tried
