(Kieran)
I finished my last consult at four thirty and went to my office to gather my things.
The day had been long but not difficult. Two surgeries in the morning. Meetings in the afternoon. The kind of day that moved at its own pace and did not ask much of you once you got through the surgical part.
I checked my phone. No messages from Sloane. She had a surgery finishing around four so she would be wrapping up her notes and getting ready to leave.
I sent her a text.
Ready when you are.
She replied a few minutes later.
Five minutes.
I grabbed my jacket and headed to her floor.
The elevator opened onto the cardiothoracic corridor. It was quieter than it had been in the morning. Most of the day shift had already cleared out. One of the security guards nodded at me from the far end
