Lucian
The doctor looked stunned, but I didn’t flinch. I had to draw the line. If I didn’t, Tina would keep clawing her way back into our lives with every crisis, every fabricated emergency. And Mara—my wife—could only take so much.
I wasn’t going to let Tina keep hurting her.
“I’m on vacation, Doctor,” I said, voice low and final. “Do not call me again. If documents need signing, Austin will handle it. Am I clear?”
He nodded silently.
Mara stood, and without another word, we walked out of the office, through the hallway, and out of the hospital. My spine was straighter, my chest lighter. I had drawn a hard line—and it felt damn good.
We got in the car and headed toward the warehouse. Jones was waiting, and I wanted answers.
On the road, Mara looked over at me. “Are you sure about t
