Spa Day

Miranda practically danced out of the hospital, a broad smile spreading across her face. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the air crisper, and the weight of her worries lifted as she breathed in the fresh air. Sophie's surgery had been successful, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Miranda felt truly happy.

She hailed a cab, her fingers drumming against the car's roof in an excited rhythm as she gave the driver Nicholas's office address. The cab weaved its way through the busy city streets, and Miranda watched the buildings blur past, her mind racing with possibilities for the future.

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Miranda stepped out of the cab, her feet barely touching the pavement as she walked towards the glass doors of Nicholas's company.

The receptionist, who had met her the day before, smiled brightly as she approached. "Good to see you again, Ms. Jones," the receptionist said, her voice warm and welcoming. "Mr. Anderson is expecting you."