24
Annie
Jordan had promised to “take care” of everything for this trip to Seattle. In fact, he’d told me to cancel my flight and the hotel I’d booked near Harborview Medical Center. The hospital was near downtown Seattle and the site of the University of Washington’s emergency medicine residency program. I wasn’t exactly sad about the hotel. It was the cheapest option that I could find in the area that wasn’t a total dump. But still, I’d chosen it, and I didn’t know what Jordan would choose.
We were in his truck at some ungodly hour. I held my coffee mug tight to my body, promising to never forsake it. We took the turnoff for the airport, and my knee jiggled nervously. I twirled my claddagh ring around and around and around in between sips of coffee.
Jordan just smiled at me. He could
