The morning after the wedding, I went back to the hospital to finish handing over my cases.
When I stepped out of the emergency department, Damian was already waiting at the bottom of the steps. He took my work bag from me and handed me a sugar-free coffee. In his other hand was a paper bag filled with warm oatmeal and sliced apples.
"Do you want to eat first, or would you rather go home and sleep?"
Before I could answer, Adrian came hurrying over from the curb. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was still wearing yesterday's suit.
"Evelyn, we need to talk."
Damian immediately stepped between us. He and Adrian had been rivals in business for years, and now they stood barely half a step apart, staring each other down.
"Damian, let me talk to him," I said.
He looked back at me. "You sure
