5
By Friday night, it had become routine for Harlow to head over to Bale’s after work. Usually, she went straight there. But, that night, she had taken a detour to her apartment to change her clothes before swinging by to check on the patient.
“Hey,” she said, walking into Bale’s apartment to find him alone at the dining table with files spread out around him. “Are you okay?”
Harlow took off her jacket and hung it up by the door. Bale ran a hand through his hair. Concern drew her closer; she’d never seen him look so disheveled. Taking care of Ryske while maintaining his regular schedule had to be taking its toll.
Moving into his peripheral vision made him raise his attention from whatever he was working on. When he noticed her, and what she was wearing, he perked up.
“Wow,” he said, h
