Claire POV
I stared at Sabrina, shocked to see her in the clinic. In a volunteer’s smock, with a nametag on her chest.
Smiling.
Of all the things I was trying to process in that moment, that detail was the most disturbing.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
I took a deep breath and took the first chart from my stack at the nurse’s station.
“Alright,” I said, after sharing one last look with Amelia. “Come with me.”
I resolved to try and make the best of this. I’d deal with Sabrina and do my job, while waiting to see what kind of game she was playing.
But as the day moved on, it became perfectly clear why Sabrina had volunteered at the clinic:
To make my life hell.
Sabrina POV
I could tell Claire didn’t want me around, and wasn’t that del
