(Sloane)
Kieran was already outside when I came out of the house.
He was leaning against the car with his phone in his hand. He looked up when he heard the door.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning."
He opened my door. I got in. He walked around and started the engine.
The drive to the hospital was quiet the way it usually was in the morning. I had not slept as well as I wanted to. Not because anything was wrong. Just because my mind had been running through things. The police report. The restraining order hearing. The trial. All of it sitting in the back of my head even when I was not actively thinking about it.
We pulled into the parking lot. Kieran parked in the staff section.
We walked in together. He rode the elevator up with me to the cardiothoracic floor. When the doors opened he s
