(Callum)
Distance.
That was the plan.
Simple in theory.
Almost impossible in practice.
I stood inside the surgical observation room with both hands braced against the counter while the residents downstairs prepared for surgery. Voices moved calmly beneath the glass, instruments clinked softly against trays, monitors beeped steadily in the background.
Normally, being here helped me think.
Today it wasn’t helping at all.
Because every single time I closed my eyes…
I saw Clara standing beside Ethan, smiling at him and looking at him softly and nd somehow the image irritated me more than it had any right to.
This was Pathetic.
I was a grown man behaving like some emotionally unstable teenager.
I exhaled slowly before dragging a hand down my face.
This was exactly why I needed boun
