Ava's POV
Wednesday started like any other clinic day.
Work.
Too much coffee.
A granola bar somewhere around two because apparently eating an actual lunch was optional.
Then a text from Tootsie.
Tootsie: Still good for tonight?
Me: Yep. Leaving work at five.
Tonight was our monthly homeless clinic.
Tootsie and I had been doing them long enough that we had a system.
Gage usually helped when he could. Simon was another regular.
He was a doctor who'd been volunteering with us long enough that none of us needed to explain what needed to be done.
Then there was Iris.
Iris wasn't medical. She volunteered wherever we needed her.
Checking people in, handing out supplies, organizing donations or just sitting with somebody who needed someone to listen.
Everybody had a job.
We showed
