I wore the grey dress.
Not because I had planned it. Not because I had time to plan it — Draven had organized the press conference for late afternoon, which gave me approximately four hours, of which I spent the first one at Adisa's office going through the statement language and the next one at the hospital checking my ward because I was not going to let a press conference make me the kind of doctor who abandoned her patients for optics.
Bettany had things handled. Bettany always had things handled.
"You're going to a press conference," Bettany said, looking at my outfit.
"Yes."
"Tonight?"
"This afternoon."
"About the criminal case."
"About the criminal case and the press release that tried to make me look like a vindictive ex-wife." I checked the chart she'd handed me. "Which I'm
