(Sloane)
I woke up Friday morning with seven days until the divorce hearing circled in red on my calendar.
Seven days. One week. Then this would all be over.
I got ready for work and drove to the hospital. My morning was filled with routine post op checks and reviewing scans for next week's surgeries. Nothing urgent. Nothing that required my full attention.
Which was good, because I couldn't stop thinking about this afternoon's meeting with Rebecca.
At noon, Mara texted me.
*Lunch?*
I typed back.
*Can't. Meeting with my lawyer at two. Need to prep.*
*Good luck. You've got this.*
I grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria and ate it in my office while reviewing the notes Rebecca had sent me. Questions she'd ask. Questions Vaughn's lawyer might ask. What to say. What not to say.
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