At the clinic parking lot, Kara offered to drop Jon at his place before heading out to hers. Jon didn't argue. He has to go home, it's been over 12 hours since has been away and he needed to take care of things.
Jon got off right in front of his house. Kara drove downtown to her apartment.
At 3:35 PM Kara's phone buzzed while Judge Judy was yelling at someone about a broken lease. She was on her couch, legs tucked, wearing jeans and an old USC hoodie that still smelled like hospital laundry detergent. She was trying to get some rest before heading out to the pharmacy for her night shift.
Jon’s name flashed.
She answered before the second ring. “Jon?”
His breathing was wrong. She could hear it through the phone. Too fast. Too shallow. Like he’d been running.
“I fired him,” Jon sai
