Felicia's POV

The city was still soaked from the night’s rain, every street had little puddles that mirrored the bright sky. Nurse Felicia stood by her kitchen window, a mug of black coffee balanced between her palms, her reflection looking faintly in the glass.

She hadn’t slept much. Not really.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that transfer notification again, the bright digits glowing against the darkness of her screen. One hundred thousand dollars. That's a lot of ...