Chapter Thirteen
Redemption
The two men represented totally different issues in her mind: Dr. Lyman and Dr. Creighton.
She had to separate them, forget about one, while she thought about the other. Forget love, while she contemplated freedom and revenge. Forget revenge, while she contemplated love and its possibilities.
Was it Dr. Creighton on the street, in the alley, in the warehouse? Was he her stranger? She had more than instinct, more than guts to go on. She had the sound of his voice, which became more familiar the more he’d spoken in that early morning assault… and the way he addressed her, ‘Nurse McCarron’, and the dark hair on the back of his hand when he removed the glove with a doctor’s practiced ease, and the gold ring with the blue stone on his baby finger. She learned
