one. A surge of hot, frustrated anger coursed through him. She ha

esence, a gaping hole in the life he had so carefully constructed. He scoffed to himself. She was bei

buzzed. It

moved out. I'm so sorry, M

es were starting to wear on him, but her dev

xted back. She's just bein

hing at all, I'm here for

anted to fix this, to put things back the way they were so he could focus on what was really importan

official leave of absence. Panic, cold and sharp, began to cut through h

ng. Sarah was a piece of his life plan, the perfect, intelligent,

alled her friends, who gave him cold, clipped answers and claimed they di

the nurses' station when he overhear

urse said. "But someone else told me she's at Dr. Miller's place.

sician, compassionate, respected, and annoyingly ethical. Mark had always found him sanctimonious. The thoug

as a long shot, but it was the only lead he had. His jaw tightened wit

t was a world away from their sleek downtown apartment. He found the house, a charming two-sto

ut to give up, convinced the nurses' goss

into his throat.

er seen before, and she wasn't crying. In fact, she was smiling. It was a small, tired smile, but it was genui

chest. She looked comfortable. She looked...

, a gesture of comfort and support. Sarah didn't pull

teering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. All his frustration, his brui

to get her ba

med across the street, his mind a s