Selene’s POV
I pace around the living room, trying to ease the tension building up inside me. My mom watches me carefully from the couch with an unwavering.gaze. She’s been observing me like this for days now, though I haven’t said much about what’s been bothering me.
If there’s one thing my mom knows about me, it’s that when I’m frustrated, I need space. She doesn’t press me to talk, doesn’t demand I open up. She waits patiently, giving me the time I need, only stepping in when I’m ready.
But today, I feel like I’m on the edge. My head is spinning, and I can’t seem to find any peace. Work at the hospital has been a whirlwind—busy and exhausting. While I’m grateful to be in a position I love, it sometimes feels like too much. The constant pressure to perform, the never-ending cycle of t
