CHAPTER 11: CONTRADICTIONSSARAH’S EYES FLEW OPEN BUT she didn’t move a muscle. She wasn’t lying in a hospital bed and her mother wasn’t hovering over her. It must have been a dream. As her eyes darted left and right, she recognized where she was, and though it didn’t exactly make her sigh in relief, it was better than the disorientation she’d felt upon waking. And it made sense—why she’d dreamt what she did. She vaguely remembered Michael asking her about why she’d become a doctor. She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and she felt him stir next to her. He sat no more than an inch or two away from her and though his body had seemed relaxed in sleep a second ago, she could tell that the whisper sound of her breath escaping had brought him close to the surface. She t
