The pause in the legal proceedings should have been a relief.It wasn’t.
If anything, it made the silence worse.
Sari had never known that exhaustion could feel this way, not just physical, but something deeper, like her soul was running on fumes. The clinic was still hanging by a thread, her father’s health still fragile, and her suspension from UCLH had now been labeled “until further notice.”
That phrase haunted her.
Every morning, she’d open her email half-expecting a notice of termination. Every night, she’d close her laptop with the same gnawing dread, that everything she’d worked for in London was slipping away because of one arrogant man and one scandal that refused to die.
Her chest felt tight, her breaths shallow. The walls of her apartment felt like they were closing in.
So
