CHAPTER 28DEATH’S PALE FLAG
Any further in-depth metaphysical investigation would have to wait, however. The work week had arrived with its endless outpatient clinics, late-running operating rooms, and busy night calls. Each day rolled into the next and suddenly, it was the weekend again. But there would be no rest for the weary. Ryan was conscripted into child transport, all three girls going in separate directions to soccer games, dance practices, music recitals, play dates, and sleepovers. It was exhausting, and he found himself longing to get back into the medical fray.
He got his wish. Before he knew it, he was fully submerged in another action-packed Monday. And it got off with a bang. One disaster after another. He blinked and it was 4:00 a.m., Tuesday morning. He, Cam Carlson, an
