FLEE
CHAPTER 1
Dawn Patterson blinked away tears as she read the latest text from her ex-husband.
Savannah doesn’t want to go to dinner Friday night.
Dawn’s first instinct was to threaten Owen with a call from her lawyer, reminding him of the custody agreement they had and that she was entitled to one dinner a month alone with their daughter, but Dawn was trying to be better. It wasn’t easy, but she was trying.
Okay.
Dawn shoved the phone back into her pocket and drew a deep breath. She always saved her favorite patient for last, and today, she needed the confidence and joy from the man more than most days.
Dawn waved her hand beneath the automatic hand sanitizer dispenser and rubbed her hands together as she walked into the room.
Robert Davis laid in his bed, his head propped up w
