Avery's Point of View
The morning sun broke through the gray clouds, but it didn't bring any warmth into the penthouse.
I sat at the kitchen counter, staring blankly at a cold cup of coffee. I hadn't slept a single wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the heavy slam of the door from last night. I heard the cold, absolute finality in Rhett’s voice.
We're going to share her. You are officially trapped in my world now.
My phone buzzed against the marble counter, making me flinch. I picked it up sharply, my heart leaping into my throat. It wasn't a text from Rhett. It was an email from the franchise's front office.
From: Corporate Legal - Front Office
To: Dr. Avery Sinclair
Subject: Urgent: Amendment to On-Site Clinical Requirements
Dr. Sinclair,
Per an emergency directive from
