3 days. It had been 3 days since she'd heard from him. Over that time her frequent worried phone calls had gone from endless ringing to continually reaching Fraser's voicemail. Texts went unanswered, knocks at his door were ignored, and he hadn't done any more locum shifts on Danica's ward. It was beginning to feel as though she'd dreamt him. Until she met up with Kelly.
"He's alive and well," Kelly said in a measured tone to calm a rather frantic Danica. "I asked Drew what he thinks he's playing at but apparently he isn't all too keen on speaking to him at the moment either."
"So he's ghosting me?"
It stung to have her assumption essentially confirmed. She'd agonised over whether or not he was okay for days - trying to contact him, moderately, in every way she could - and yet she'd had
