Walking into the main waiting area of the emergency room, I immediately spotted him.
Light brown hair.
Tan skin.
The resemblance to Ethan was undeniable.
Unfortunately…
That was where the similarities ended.
He wasn’t wearing a military uniform.
Instead, he looked like a man desperately clinging to the idea that he was still twenty years old.
Casual clothes.
Teenager sneakers.
The kind of outfit that screamed he hadn’t accepted he was a grown man with responsibilities waiting for him at home.
Just looking at him irritated me.
He stood the moment he saw me.
Without so much as introducing himself, he asked,
“Are you the doctor overseeing my son’s care?”
My wolf immediately pushed forward.
My son.
Not…
“How’s Ethan?”
Not…
“Is his mother alright?”
Just…
“My son.”
Keeping
