He doesn't trust easily
Seth
I watched her walk ahead of me.
Emily had a way of walking that made it seem as though she already knew exactly where she was going.
Maybe it was the doctor in her.
Maybe it was the woman who had spent years running her own hospital.
Whatever it was, she carried herself with a confidence that was difficult to ignore.
And today, for the first time, I realized something.
She wasn't a visitor in Healing Grace anymore.
She was one of its presidents.
My wife.
And somehow, seeing her walk through my hospital as though she belonged there felt... right.
Her shoulders were straight, her head held high, and there was always that slight expression on her face that told me she was one irritating comment away from rolling her eyes.
I almost smiled.
She was d
