The project went live successfully. The hospital held a small celebration banquet, and I was seated at the main table alongside the Medical Director and several department heads. Halfway through the banquet, I stood up to head to the restroom.
In the hallway, I saw Damian. He was standing by the window alone, gazing out at the night view, his silhouette looking somewhat lonely. I was about to walk right past him, but he turned around and spotted me.
"Sylvia," he called out.
I stopped. "Something you need?"
Damian stepped closer. Under the lights, I could see faint dark circles under his eyes; he looked thinner than he had been at the time of our divorce.
"Was it you who helped rearrange my father's surgery appointment?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do you ask?"
Damian held my ga
