He grows rigid beside me. “For the most part, yes, I have.”
“Perfect. You can sit with me and monitor the scan so we can discuss the results.”
Up until now, I haven’t been nervous or anxious. But now, the reality of what I’m about to do hits home, and I feel faint. I march on autopilot, my mind panning over what the next thirty minutes will reveal. It will have either worked, or not. There is no gray. Just black and white.
“Did you ask Dr. Archibald about recommended heart specialists for your friend? I haven’t had a chance to email you. I’m sorry.”
Roman’s head whips my way, and I gingerly focus on the gleaming white floor. “No, Dr. Carter. I haven’t.” I don’t elaborate, but my lackluster response hints it’s not a topic I wish to discuss further.
Roman is pissed I went behind his bac
