Emma's POV
If anyone had asked me that morning how my day would go, I would have answered easily...
Rounds, charts, three consults, and maybe a sandwich if the universe was merciful.
Nowhere on that list did it say…
Deal with a stranger who walks into your therapist's office and tells you to stay away from the man you're trying not to remember.
But life rarely warns us when it's about to come undone.
I was early, unusual for me.
A slow night shift had given me enough time to drive across town, though my mind wandered more than the car did. The night before replayed in fragments, Damian's voice, low and steady, the orchids, the way time folded around us like we'd never unraveled.
I wasn't ready to untangle any of it. That was why I was here.
To keep the past from spilling into the present.
Dr. Hallam's office looked the same as always, soft gray walls, eucalyptus in a glass jar, photographs of quiet beaches and tall forests, places where nothing hurt.
