Kayla
I got into work early the next morning. My head was still feeling a little heavy from the night before. I was hung over.
As soon as I stepped into the lobby, I spotted Joan. She pulled me into a tight hug before I could even say good morning.
"How’s your mum?" she asked, pulling back to look at me.
"She’s still under observation, but doing a whole lot better," I said, giving her a genuine smile. "The doctors are really happy with her progress."
Joan nodded, but then her expression shifted. She crossed her arms and gave me a pointed look. "So... we’re not done with our conversation from last time."
"Uhh," I said, nervously brushing a stray hair out of my face. "What conversation?"
I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Kayla! Don't play dumb with me," Joan hissed, leanin
