Cara’s POV
The line for hot chocolate stretched longer than I had hoped, curling around the inside of the cozy little café.
I tugged my scrub top straight, shivering slightly as the November air leaked through the door every time it opened. Beside me, Dr. Foster… Daniel, as he always reminded me to call him when I slip up, was talking animatedly.
“…so yeah, my sister is finally coming around this Christmas. Can you believe it? First time in years. She’s bringing the kids, too. I’ve been scrambling to figure out how to baby-proof my place before then.”
I nodded absently, my thoughts swirling far away from Daniel’s holiday plans. I glanced down at my feet, watching the shuffle of boots and sneakers in front of me, the scent of cinnamon and roasted coffee teasing my nose.
“Cara?”
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