ANNA'S POV

As I walked through the glass doors of the building, already preparing myself for another long day at the lab, I barely had time to take two steps inside before something unusual caught my attention.

Voices.

Not the normal low chatter from staff greeting one another or patients checking in, this sounded tense. Sharp. Almost confrontational.

Two women stood at the reception desk, and from the way one of them leaned forward while the other gestured wildly, it was clear they weren’t having a pleasant conversation with Abby. My receptionist looked uncomfortable, her polite smile stretched thin as she tried to maintain professionalism.

I slowed my steps and...