Grace
I had been in classes for almost a week now, and while I was burning the candle at both ends and all of the midnight oil, I didn't feel as run down as I thought I should. I was almost driven not to go home, knowing that I would just be sleeping in Charles' empty bed, and every day I did, his scent faded a little more. I scoffed at myself and drank some more coffee.
Get a grip, Grace.
I was not that needy. I couldn't be. The sterile hum of fluorescent lights greeted me as I entered Wolfe Medical, fresh from a day of lectures and ready to burn some more midnight oil on research. I had gotten ahead with my homework a little, so I was hoping to be a little more helpful.
What awaited me, however, wasn't what I expected.
Margaret was waiting in the lobby with a woman with da
