H A I L E Y
The rest of my shift passed by in a blur, though I couldn’t remember a single patient’s face by the end of it. My hands moved with practiced precision, my voice issuing calm instructions to nurses and interns, but my mind was nowhere near the sterile white walls of the ER.
Every beat of my heart was a reminder that Giovanni had been here. In my hospital. In my space. And that he had left with more than just a mended body, he’d left with a piece of my truth.
And now, every single feeling from my past that I'd managed or thought I had successfully buried had been yanked back to the surface, raw and bleeding like they’d only happened yesterday.
It was dangerous, how easily one familiar face could undo five years of careful silence. The emotions came in jagged waves, rage at th
