Morning in Silverstone was bustling, the streets crowded with commuters hurrying to work.
Clarice walked aimlessly, her steps heavy and her mind clouded.
Leaving the hospital, she had forgotten her coat. The chilly wind nipped at her exposed hands and face, numbing them completely. She wished for warmth to return to her body.
Three years ago, after that medical accident, was her father's anguish tenfold what she felt now?
Had she ignored Hunter's advice out of arrogance?
Could she truly become an excellent doctor? Could she really help others?
Raindrops began to fall, blurring her vision.
As they slid down her face, it was hard to tell if they were tears or rain.
Yet even in this weather, someone out there might need her care.
Determined, she changed direction and slowly made her
