Chapter 50 Moving On

• Zoya’s P.O.V
• Before anything else, I set my mind into treating the patients that were waiting to get treated by me. I had foregone all the things that had been bothering me, in order to be able to focus on the people that needed my immediate attention. And I had been successful in immersing myself in my work, then, and not once had I thought about Lily, or Ezra, or Ravi, or even Sam. I was in the zone, and having to deal with patients while armed with a friendly smile on my face tricked my own mind that everything was just fine. Then, once things were finally in order, and I could finally afford to pay attention to my worries, I clocked out for my lunch break, fiddling with my ring.
• I walked out of the clinic, still lost in thought about Lily, her mysterious death, and Ezra’s strange behavior, also determined to get my time and money's worth in exchange for this stupid ring.