Twenty minutes after Clayton left, the office door swung open. Olivia tore her eyes away from the patient’s file and set it down on the desk before looking up, only to find herself staring directly at Dr. Wilson.
The moment their eyes met, she caught the storm brewing behind his eyes.
Dr. Wilson was usually the picture of calm, even under pressure. More than once, Olivia had found herself wishing she possessed even half of his incredible restraint.
But not now.
For the first time since she had known him, Dr. Wilson looked like a man capable of murder.
“I can’t believe he tried to kill my niece.” He stalked across the room, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. “I trusted that man. I stood in front of the altar and placed her hand in his. I gave him my blessing. How could he d
