for a follow-up appointment. I didn't te

I listened, asked questions about my physical health, and tried to focus on

onsultation room, I al

lo

letely out of place in her trendy, brightly c

oincidence to

rised, and a flash of guilt crossed his face

eyes flicking over me with fake concern. "

s so obvious it wa

. He didn't ask if I was okay. He just demanded informat

s if I were a piece of pro

intment," I said, clutc

I pulled it back. "Wh

ntents spilling across the polished floor. The top page was a discharge su

stared at the pa

y. "Oh, my god. Ethan, d

. "Why didn't you tell me she was he

athtaking. He couldn't face his own failu

oe stammered, looking gen

to collect the papers. "I'm still filing

napped, his voice rising. "This is

left to fix," I s

gentle hand on his arm. "Ethan, honey, don't get upset. It's n

le smirk, a clear display of

awareness campaign for cardiovascular health. His face went pale, his gaze fixed on the poster. It was as if our entire conversatio

and his reaction

didn't

ave the papers sent to your of

was t