Chapter Twenty-Two
Daisy
“You’re coming to dinner, right?” Olivia asked the second I answered her call.
I glanced at the clock above my office door and then at the spreadsheet I’d been reviewing. I’d been deep in data all today. It was actually something I loved. The precise nature of it, the answers it could give me, how satisfying it felt when it was organized and told me something good—maybe it was crazy, but it was what I loved. I’d known from the start of medical school that I wanted to do research. Medical research had saved us in so many ways. Most people today didn’t even have to think about small pox or polio because those diseases, which had killed swathes of humanity in eras before, were largely eradicated. I was passionate about the fact I felt like medical research had lost
