The morning sun was rising lazily over the city as I jolted awake to the incessant buzzing of my phone. Groggily, I reached for it on the bedside table, my bleary eyes squinting at the caller ID. It read "Scarlett." My heart leaped as I answered the call.
"Evie, is that you?" Scarlett's voice sounded frail but filled with relief.
"Yeah, Scarlett, it's me. What's going on?" I asked, my heart pounding. I'd been waiting for this call for days. Scarlett had been in the hospital for what felt like an eternity, and the anticipation of her discharge was eating me alive.
"They're letting me go today," Scarlett said.
My eyes widened, and I glanced at the clock. It was earlier than I'd expected. "Today? Are you serious?" I replied, my excitement building.
"Absolutely," Scarlett affirmed. "I can
