(Sloane)
It had been sitting in the back of my mind for three weeks.
Not loudly. Just there. The way something sits when you have decided not to look at it directly but cannot make yourself forget it is there either.
I had been good at not looking at it. I had surgeries to focus on and patients to check on and Ashley and the trial and all of it moving at once. There was always something in front of me that needed my attention more than a possibility I had not confirmed either way.
That was what I told myself anyway.
The truth was simpler. I had not taken a test because taking a test made it real. And making it real meant having to decide something. And deciding something meant sitting with whatever I actually felt about it instead of keeping it at a distance where it could not touch a
