At 6:35, Miranda shut the front door of the clinic behind her last patient and locked it. Thank God. Her feet ached, she hadn't had anything resembling lunch, and all she really wanted to do was fall face first into bed and check out for the next ten hours. Everything was almost back to normal. Cam had sent over new plants for the lobby this morning, bless him. The whole day had been accompanied by a soundtrack of Shelby's muttered threats and curses against whoever had tossed the clinic, as she'd laboriously put files back together and back in order. That process would take another day or so, but at least they'd been able to open the doors to patients just after noon. Probably they'd all have been able to go home earlier had there not been a steady stream of Lookie Lous wanting to hear all about the break-in.
Keisha slipped out of the last of the patient rooms, already having prepped for tomorrow. "Are they gone?"
"They're gone," Miranda confirmed.