It was December 5, my twenty-second birthday. The day I had been waiting for.
Two surprises were supposed to arrive today: my birthday gift... and Alpha Ryker.
As the morning wore on, hope slowly began to fade. It didn't look like Ryker was coming after all.
I was beginning to think Aerion's three promises had only been a way to force me to move on. And, strangely enough, they had worked.
Throwing myself into work, meeting new patients every day, and saving lives had slowly mended the broken pieces of my heart.
Yet a part of me still waited for Ryker, like a wife waiting for her husband to return from a war that had no end in sight.
I climbed out of bed in the late morning and began tidying my new house.
It was the first home I had ever owned. I had bought it a month ago after the c
