บททั้งหมดของ Unspoken Promises : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sareena aka ChristinaIt’s been six hours since I pulled away from Damian and ran like the skittish bunny, he accused me of being. Four hours since this plane took off, leaving New York and all the memories behind. Both the good and the bad.Kathy and Amanda are still chatting away, happily, listing all the places we need to visit while living in the UK, but wasn’t in the mood to talk, not to anyone. My heart aches, and I can’t stop staring at the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen. I still can’t believe he managed to slip it onto my finger in the few desperate seconds he held me in his arms. I can still picture the heartbreak in his eyes and hear the silent plea; his plea for me to stay. And yet… I still ran.I slide the ring off my finger and hold it in my palm. It’s not the same one he gave Sophia. Hers was massive, gaudy, looked like a prop from a cheap soap opera. But this one… this one is perfect. Delicate but bold. And he had it inscribed: Love at First Sight – S

Sareena, aka ChristinaI’m packing up my station at the hospital after an unbearably traumatic day when Dr. James bumps into me from behind.“Ah - bloody hell, sorry about that,” he says, stepping in front of me. “What a grim day, eh?” He’s referring to the triple murder-suicide we just dealt with.“Yeah,” I murmur, shaking my head. “I just wish someone had helped him with his mental health before it came to this.”“So, you’re Christina, then? The new hospitalist? From Harvard, yeah?”“Dr. Moretti,” I correct gently. “And yeah, that’s me.”“You look barely old enough to be a doctor. Far too fit as well, if I’m being honest.” He grins, clearly ignoring the fact that I’m trying to leave. “So, how you getting on over here, then?”“It’s fine,” I reply, closing out the system and grabbing my purse. “I just moved here. Haven’t seen much of the city yet. This job doesn’t leave much time for sightseeing.”“Well then, Christina, looks like today’s your lucky day. We’re both off this weekend, s

Dr Cameron JamesThat bloody Yankee Doodle is a tough one to crack. Always sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, stirring the pot and always trying to play the hero; like she’s some kind of saint. And of course, everyone laps it up. The higher-ups act as if she walks on bloody water, and it makes me sick.I’ve been grafting at this job since my third year at Oxford, busting my arse, earning every inch of respect. Then she struts in with that fake smile and suddenly, it’s all eyes on her.American girls usually come over here for two things: to get pissed drunk and to shag their way through the postcodes. Frankly, I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of the latter.Earlier, I overheard her chatting on the phone with someone back in the States; sounded like she was getting some bad news about a guy. Judging by her tone, I’d bet she thinks she’s too good for him, just like she thinks she’s better than all of us here. When I asked, she shut me down fast. Got all defensive,

Sareena aka ChristinaI sit back down at my desk, relieved that Dr. James has already left for the day. My laptop screen flickers to life, and I spot the sticky note he left behind, stuck to the edge of my screen: ‘Number?’The sight of it makes my stomach turn. I have no interest in giving him my number, and I certainly do not want to spend my Saturday with him. Thankfully, I am switching to graveyard shifts for the next two days. I hate working nights, but at least it means I will not have to see him.I glance at the clock. It is nearly time to head home. Instead of taking the Tube, I decide to splurge on a taxi. I’m exhausted, and I promised Gabby a FaceTime call tonight. Back at Harvard, those calls were my lifeline. They kept me grounded when everything else felt overwhelming.I am halfway through packing up my things when Marlene walks over and leans casually on my desk. "Hey, love," she says. "A few of us are hitting the pub tonight for some drinks and snacks. It’s a g

Sareena aka ChristinaI woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Even blinking hurt. My mouth was dry; and my body ached. Felt like I was hit by a train. I’d only had two glasses of wine, and that shouldn’t have hit me this hard.Groaning, I pulled the blanket over my head. More sleep might help, but I didn’t have the luxury. My first-ever graveyard shift loomed tonight, and I needed to pull myself together.Just as I was dragging myself out of bed, my iPad rang. FaceTime from Gabby. Shit, I forgot to call her when I got in last night. Kathy had been in full-blown crisis mode when she saw me, pacing the hallway, thrusting water and vitamins at me like a hangover warrior. By the time I reassured her I wasn’t dying, I’d chugged half her homemade cure-all and barely made it to bed before crashing.I answered, still groggy. "I’m so sorry, Gabby. I passed out as soon as I got home. Kathy was in full mom mode. By the time I got to my room, I was dead to the world."Gabby