Chapter 37
Eight Weeks Later
(Maya’s POV)
I shut the door gently behind a patient, offering them my practiced smile before it faded the second the door clicked shut.
Eight weeks since Axel walked out of my apartment with shattered blue roses at his feet. Eight weeks of keeping my head down at work, of forcing myself through each day with nothing but my patients and paperwork.
But today felt different.
My stomach had been unsettled all morning, a faint nausea sitting under my ribs. At first, I’d thought it was stress, God knew I had enough of that, but it was harder to ignore as the hours dragged on. Even the sound of the coffee machine in the staff lounge made my stomach turn.
I lowered myself into my chair behind my desk and dropped my head into my hands. For a moment, I just sat t
