His breath caught in his throat. His fingers tightened around the bouquet. While he had spent the last three days wallowing in whiskey, regret, and self-loathing, people had already begun trying to fill the empty space he'd left behind. Without another word, he turned and walked away. The nurse watched his retreating figure with a faint crease formed between her brows. She gave a small shrug then greeted the next patient who stepped up to the reception desk. There was only one place he needed to look for her. Dr. Wilson's office. Whenever Olivia wasn't in surgery, she often stopped by to discuss difficult cases with the senior neurosurgeon. It had become a routine over the years, one he knew by heart. His pace quickened without him realizing it. A few minutes later, he turned into the familiar corridor. Dr. Wilson's office stood at the end of the hall, its wooden door slightly ajar. And standing just outside it...was Olivia. For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to fal
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