LOGINKarma's POVMonday arrived with its usual rhythm.By the time I walked into the hospital, the familiar sounds of conversations, footsteps, pagers and rolling hospital beds welcomed me back into another busy week.Sandra was already waiting outside my office with my schedule."Good morning, Doctor.""Morning, Sandra." She handed me my tablet."You have two consultations before noon, one thoracic surgery, an executive review meeting after lunch and I believe you would like to follow-up with Mrs. Williams."I smiled faintly at the last item. "How is she this morning?" Sandra looked pleased. "Much better. She had breakfast and even walked a short distance with physiotherapy."The news immediately lifted my mood. "That's wonderful.""Her latest observations are stable.""Good."I skimmed through the rest of my schedule before looking back at her. "Anything from Internal Investigations?""No new developments yet." I nodded. "Keep me updated if anything changes.""I will."The morning disapp
Karma's POVThe drive to the hospital felt far longer than it actually was.Every traffic light seemed determined to keep me waiting, and every second that passed made my heart beat a little faster.Yvonne was awake, after days of uncertainty….After the lengthy surgery, countless examinations, repeat CT scans, neurological assessments, and hours spent wondering why she hadn't regained consciousness...She was finally awake, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.Please let everything be alright.By the time I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I barely remembered switching off the engine.I hurried through the entrance, acknowledging a few nurses who greeted me along the way."Good afternoon, Doctor.""Afternoon." I didn't slow my pace.The elevator seemed painfully slow. The moment the doors opened on the High Dependency Unit floor, I stepped out and headed straight for Yvonne's room.Outside the room stood Dr. Adrian Keller, speaking quietly with one of the nurses, the moment
Karma's POVSaturday arrived sooner than I expected.It had been one of the rare weeks where work didn't completely consume every waking hour of my life. My schedule ended earlier than usual, giving me enough time to get home, freshen up, and head to the café where Eleanor had asked to meet me.She had insisted we meet somewhere Noah wouldn't accidentally run into us."If we're planning a surprise, we have to be sneaky," she'd said over the phone, and I couldn't help but laugh.By the time I arrived, Eleanor was already seated by the window, elegantly dressed as always, a notebook resting on the table in front of her.The moment she saw me, she stood with a bright smile."Karma!""Good evening, Eleanor." She pulled me into a warm hug."I'm so happy you could make it.""So am I."We settled into our seats, ordered coffee and a few pastries, and before long, the conversation shifted to the reason we'd come."Noah's birthday," Eleanor said excitedly, opening the notebook.I smiled. "I st
Karma's POVThe moment our eyes met across the parking lot, I felt the weight that had been sitting on my shoulders all day ease just a little.Noah smiled, lifting one of the takeaway cups in his hand."I figured you could use this."I couldn't help smiling back."You figured correctly."I walked over to him, accepting the warm cup from his hand. My fingers brushed against his, and for a brief second, neither of us spoke."You look exhausted," he said, studying my face. "I am.""Long day?" I nodded. "Long doesn't even begin to describe it." He opened the passenger door of his SUV for me."Come on. I'm kidnapping you for dinner."I laughed softly. "Is that an official police kidnapping?""It is.""Do I get rights?""You have the right to remain hungry if you refuse to cooperate." I shook my head, laughing as I climbed into the car.“What about my car---He drove us to a quiet Italian restaurant tucked away from the city's busy streets. It wasn't fancy, it didn't have to be.The atmos
Noah's POVSome weeks felt as though they had more than seven days.This was one of them.By the time I arrived at the office every morning, there was already a pile of files waiting on my desk, and somehow, by the end of the day, the pile had doubled instead of shrinking.Being a detective wasn't glamorous the way television made people believe.It was long hours, cold coffee, witness statements that contradicted one another, victims desperate for justice, and paperwork. An unbelievable amount of paperwork.I had barely sat down that Tuesday morning before Ethan dropped another file onto my desk."Good morning to you too," I muttered. He grinned. "You'll survive.""I sincerely doubt that." He laughed as he settled into his own chair."We've got three interviews before noon.""I know.""And the prosecutor wants an update on the Davidson case.""I know that as well.""And—" I looked up at him. "If you have one more thing to add, I'm walking out."He chuckled. "You won't.""I won't."We
Karma's POVThe moment Judge Helena said she wanted to have a very important conversation with me, an unsettling feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.I lowered myself into the chair behind my desk and studied her carefully.She looked composed, as she always did, elegant and collected.The kind of woman whose expression rarely betrayed what she was thinking. Yet today… there was something different in her eyes. Concern. "Would you like something to drink?" I asked politely.She shook her head. "No, thank you."Silence lingered between us for a few seconds.I folded my hands on the desk. "So...""What brings you here?" Helena leaned back slightly before speaking. "I heard something today." I frowned. "About me?""Not exactly, about your hospital."Immediately, my posture stiffened. "What about it?"She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she watched me as though trying to gauge my reaction before deciding how much to say."I heard there has been an allegation." I kept my expressio
Marcus stumbled backward, his shoulders hitting the mattress. The woman's hands pressed against his chest, pinning him there. Her perfume—something sweet and seductive, filled his nostrils.His fingers moved toward her hips. She stopped them, pressing one manicured finger on his lips with the corne
Chapter 5The police car smelled like stale coffee and leather.Karma sat in the back seat, hands folded in her lap, watching the city pass through the tinted window. Buildings blurred into each other. Traffic lights, people walking in a hurry, an old woman walking a dog almost like she was crawli
Rosa's cleaning supplies fell to the floor and scattered. The spray bottle rolled across the carpet, leaving a trail of blue liquid running through the blood.The sound tore from her chest, echoing everywhere, filling the hallway as the once rowdy, loud and dirty hotel became empty that morning. S
Karma sat back in her booth, lifted her untouched drink, and watched her father drain his fourth glass of whiskey.Mia walked fast.She changed into something tighter—a red dress that barely covered anything. Reapplied her lipstick. Sprayed more perfume. Then catwalked straight to Marcus's table, l







