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It was almost eight p.m. Ben hadn’t arrived or replied to my messages except for a stupid thumbs up. But tonight, despite having a difficult time with Ben, at least I was having fun with my girls. That counted as something good in my books.

I lay on the couch, facing the TV, and Billy Anne lay with me, my arm warped around her like a seat belt, and she hugged my arm back. I didn’t want to move. I wanted it to last forever.

But just Flynn and Rapunzel were about to finish their song with the ruffians and thugs. My eyes became heavy, and eventually, darkness consumed me.

Chapter twenty-four

Ben

TheheadacheIhadbeen nursing since late afternoon hadn’t subsided even with Tylenol. I was fucking suffering for what I had done earlier this week. With Gwen, with Franklin. God, even with Chloe.

It wasn’t my proudest moment, but seeing that man forcing his way into Chloe’s pants made me see red, and I knew I should probably have calmed down before talking to her.

My raging thoughts didn’t help with my sleep—all the worst possible scenarios ran through my head. What if I hadn’t gotten there in time? What if Wilson didn’t tell me to go home? What would have happened to Chloe? To Sofi?

Jesus.

Because of the lack of sleep and the throbbing pain in my skull, I canceled all the surgeries I was supposed to do today and supervised another surgeon instead. All went smoothly. The Surge Wilson was talking about the other day was long gone, and we hadn’t lost a patient since.

About an hour ago, I called Sam to pick up Billy Anne from school because they had early dismissal, and the hospital was packed. And to top it all off, all surgical chiefs were requested to stay for an emergency meeting about some high-profile patient that would be admitted next week. I wagered it was one of those important politicians who didn’t want the public to know he had health issues.

To my surprise, my phone pinged as I was preparing to supervise another surgery. This time, one of our residents would be heading it, and I was praying nonstop that she wouldn’t fuck up a simple stomach hernia repair. Otherwise, it was on me.

I read the text, surprised it was from Chloe.

I dismissed Sam. Billy Anne is with me.

You didn’t have to do that.

I was honestly glad she reached out first, even if it was just to inform me about Billy Anne’s whereabouts. Since I had unblocked her number, It wasn’t our first time exchanging messages. I remember how surprised she was when she called me, and I answered. She said it was a miracle.

Did you know that she canceled her plans to

go see her nephew’s recital for you?

She didn’t say anything.

Did you ask her?

No.

The three animated dots that indicated she was typing bounced. And then disappeared. And then it appeared again. I waited like a lunatic, as if the entire OR wasn’t waiting for me. Then the bubble disappeared again for the third time, and when I knew she wouldn’t respond, I texted her:

Are you sure you’re okay with watching Billy Anne?

I’m here for a while, and she’s a handful.

Takes after you them.

I smiled at her reply. She was jesting. Does that mean we’re going to be okay? Because I didn’t know how I was going to talk to her again after what happened.

We’re taking Charlie for a walk later.

Good luck with your meeting.

I was about to reply when another message pinged, this time from Mitchell.

Dude, where are you? Your resident’s about to pass out waiting for you in the OR.

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