SAVANNAH'S POV
If anyone could be allergic to the sun, Savannah wished it could have been her. At least it'd give her an excuse to stay holed up, away from this shiny object of joy, when deep inside, all she wanted to do after work was drink coffee and read.
Savannah avoided the temptation to hiss up at the sun's rays beating down on her Sesame Street scrubs as she walked from the hospital to her car. It'd been another busy night, but the overtime pay was worth the hours of sleep she sacrificed. Plus, the compensation she got from these crazy hours paid for the extra three shots in her daily white mocha latte with oat milk.
As she pushed the takeout bags off the driver's seat so that she could slide into her car, Savannah checked her phone for the thirtieth time. She'd expected to hear
