“WE’VE DONE IT!” A MAN in a plaid shirt and holey jeans scrambled up the hall waving papers. “We’ve done it!”
He ran past Trisha and into the sleep lab. She glimpsed Owen as the doors swung shut, considered going inside to hear just exactly what they’d done, but went back to her office to look at her schedule for the day.
Several appointments glared at her from her appointment book, but none of them interested her. She had to dress burns on a dog, euthanize several rats—her job sucked. When she went to veterinary school years and years before, she didn’t realize this was the work she would fall into. She wanted to help animals in need, not animals that were forced to need her because of scientific testing. Her only reason to stay was Owen. She thought of how he chose to sign ‘mom’ when t
