Chapter 38 Sometimes I don’t know how to process the world. How to handle the meaning from moments that are meant to be meaningless. Maybe because nothing ever is. Every moment, whether we’re aware of it or not, has meaning. Has an impact. Like right now. Leaves crunch beneath my

Chapter 37 37 Micha: I’m so sorry. It’s a total shit show here, and not only do they need me to stay, but my flight from Khartoum was canceled. Next week for sure. Iblow out a frustrated breath and set my phone back down on my nightstand. He’s said next

Chapter 36 36 Idon’t call Aston back. Not yet. I only have half an hour left on my lunch break, and time is of the essence. I make it to Dr. Weinberg’s office and greet his assistant. “Hi. Is he available? I just need a few minutes p> “He’s in

Chapter 35 35 “ O h my god, I can’t watch,” my patient’s mother shrieks as I start the procedure to suction the patient’s ET, or endotracheal tube. My patient was working a little too hard to breathe, and when I listened with my stethoscope, I could hear the raspy,

Chapter 34 34 Skylar drags me down the hall and shoves me into an on-call room. Before the door can even click shut behind us, I’m pressing her against it. “What the hell was that?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, adrenaline still coursing like a wildfire through

Chapter 33 33 Isquint at the monitor, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. Or not seeing in this case. The laparoscopic images flicker, blur, then clear for a moment before distorting again. What the absolute fuck? This is the third time in the last few weeks something like

Chapter 32 32 The shower sprays down on us, filling the room with steam and relaxing my stiff shoulders and muscles. It’s been a day. The wedding party took a lot out of me, and Zoey asking if I was her stepmother was another layer I wasn’t expecting. A good

Chapter 31 31 Zoey releases a heavy yawn, her head heavy on Aston’s shoulder as he carries her upstairs and into the bathroom. “No. I want Skylar to do it,” she whines. He sets her down in front of the sink and throws me a questioning look. “I’ve got her,”

Chapter 30 30 “ E veryone’s going to know the moment I don’t have a glass of champagne at my own wedding party,” I murmur as I adjust my lavender dress and stare up at the massive estate of my grandparents’ compound. “Yes,” Aston agrees absently, his gaze on his

Chapter 29 29 So, here’s my thinking, and it may be crazy, but I think Skylar likes me. I think she really likes me, and I know I sound like I’m ten or whatever, but I don’t care. Why else would she have freaked out last night? If she didn’t