Chapter 11
I walked into the trauma department the next morning with a knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. Ethan had dropped me off a block away so we wouldn’t be seen arriving together, but I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin from the night before. My body felt more sensitive, more alive, even with the lingering ache in my ribs and leg.
The floor was already humming with more energy than usual. Nurses clustered near the station, talking in low, excited voices and glancing toward the main entrance. I clocked in, grabbed my tablet, and tried to focus on my assignments when I overheard it.
“Dr. Sophia Langford started today. She’s been assigned to trauma.”
My heart sank. I looked up just as she walked down the hallway like she belonged there—slim, elegant, with sleek
