Chapter 12
The next few days settled into a exhausting rhythm of work, stolen moments, and simmering tension. Sophia Langford made her presence impossible to ignore. She seemed to materialize wherever Ethan was — gliding through morning rounds with her slim figure perfectly poised in her white coat, her arm brushing against his as she leaned over charts.
“We always worked so well together, Ethan,” she said one morning, her voice carrying just far enough for me to hear. “Remember those late nights going over cases? We should start doing that again. For old times’ sake.”
Ethan’s replies stayed clipped and professional. “We have an entire team now, Sophia. Let’s focus on the patients.”
I tried to lose myself in my own workload, but every glance up showed her laughing at one of his rare dr
