Vivienne’s POV
The patient record on my screen had stopped making sense three pages ago.
I had read the same laboratory results twice, yet none of the figures remained in my mind long enough to mean anything. My attention kept shifting to the clock in the corner of the monitor and the dull activity outside the office.
It was an ordinary evening at the hospital. Still, unease pressed against the inside of my ribs.
My phone began to ring beside the keyboard and the moment Ethan’s name appeared on the screen, I picked it up.
“He’s meeting her tonight,” Ethan said without greeting me. “They spoke outside the surgical wing less than twenty minutes ago. He told her to wait until his shift ended.”
My fingers tightened around the phone. “You’re certain it was Lydia?”
“I have eyes and ears
