Edie's pov
Sitting on the edge of Paul's bed, I cannot help but to reflect on my conversation with Darcy. My stomach churns at the thought of giving up my idea of morality. I wanted to practice medicine, to be a healer, not a dealer of death… And I haven't even known Paul that long... I can't deny that my feelings for him are strong, that for whatever reason beyond my knowledge, I find him to be irresistible. And after last night, I felt more drawn to him than ever. But..this life... Is this the life that I want? I have a sister to think about.. a future.
Letting out a trembling breath, I press my forehead to my knees, tucking my body tightly together, trying to relax the unsettling feeling that caused my body to quiver.
My phone chimes, taking away from my thoughts.
Grace: Bree is
