(Sloane)
I woke up to my alarm and immediately checked my phone.
No messages from Vaughn. No calls from unknown numbers.
Good.
I got up and got ready for work. Coffee. Shower. Scrubs.
Another day. Another step closer to the divorce hearing.
Eleven days left.
When I got to the hospital, the energy felt different. People were staring at me more than usual. Whispering.
I walked to the locker room and changed. As I was putting my things away, one of the nurses came in.
"Dr. Reid, I just wanted to say I'm glad you're safe. The restraining order. Against your husband. I heard he got served last night."
So that's why everyone was staring. The news had spread.
"Thank you," I said.
I grabbed my white coat and headed to the surgical floor. I had two surgeries today. An aortic aneurysm re
