EUNICE
“Eunice…?”
His voice cracked on my name like thin glass shattering in slow motion.
Half question.
Half nightmare come to life.
I froze.
The air inside the examination room turned thick, suffocating.
All the color drained from his face as the same brutal truth that had just punched me in the chest slammed straight into him.
“Denver,” I breathed.
Slowly, his dark eyes—those same stupid, beautiful, ruinous eyes I used to drown in—flicked downward.
They landed on Devon.
“Who…” Denver started, his voice barely a rasp.
He swallowed hard, taking an involuntary step around his desk.
His hands hovered in midair, trembling slightly before he shoved them into the pockets of his crisp white coat. “Eunice, who is this?”
Panic clawed its way up my throat.
My fingers dug into
