(Sloane)
I got home from the hospital around eight. My shift had been long. Three surgeries back to back. A consult that turned into an emergency procedure. By the time I walked through my door, all I wanted was a hot shower and my bed.
But first I needed to check my email. I had a patient follow up I was waiting on.
I opened my laptop and sat down at the kitchen table. My inbox loaded. Fifty three new messages. Most of them work related. A few newsletters I never read.
And one from an address I didn't recognize.
The subject line was blank.
I almost deleted it. Spam probably. But something made me click on it.
The email opened and I started reading.
My name at the top. Then information about Kieran. About his father's death ten years ago.
But it was the number that made me stop.
