Ford’s POV
“Someone’s here to see you, doc,” my assistant Ella informs me, pushing away a lock of her graying hair away from her glasses as she enters my office. “Madeline Bridger, med rep.”
“Yeah, she scheduled that a couple days ago, I remember,” I say.
But my mind isn’t really into the conversation.
I keep looking at the jar of Hershey’s Kisses on my desk, remembering yesterday.
Remembering Livia.
I spent a great deal of the day thinking about her. Worrying about her. Wondering when I can have her with me and Nadine again.
Hoping there would be a time when I can finally get her to open up enough to tell me about those bruises and scars.
Last night was great. Steak nights are always a treat with Nadine, but having Livia there and actually seeing her eat and enjoy herself is a joy
