SOPHIA’S POV
Lunch with Lance was at a fancy cafe near the hospital and he ordered for us both without consulting me.
When the waiter left, I looked at him and smiled.
“You still remember how I take my coffee.”
He smiled back.
“Some things stick.”
I felt different emotions inside me. At the same time, I noticed a few familiar faces from the hospital at nearby tables. Some doctors looked over at us.
My shoulders stiffened.
I wondered what they were thinking, seeing me here with Lance. I hated that my mind went there, but I couldn’t stop it. They gossiped a lot in the hospital.
Lance asked about my morning surgeries and as I spoke, I remembered why I had always valued him.
He saw me as a doctor first, not as Damien’s wife, or as Ashley’s mother, or his friend.
