Mila

I tossed the trash into the dumpster out behind the clinic, and took a moment to wipe the sweat from my brow with a forearm. Even though the air carried a sharp chill, I had gone outside without a jacket. The cold air felt great. I held my arms up so it could cool off my armpits, too.

Ashley came outside to join me, lugging her own bag of trash. I opened the corral for her.

“Thanks.”

She tossed her bag into the bin and then turned to me, ...