Scarlett's POV The Camden consultat took forty minutes.Forty minutes of standing in a cardiology room discussing a fifty-six-year-old man's mitral valve prolapse with three residents and a cardiologist who kept flattering. I answered every question, reviewed the imaging and gave my recommendations with absolute calmness."Thank you, Dr. Fox." The cardiologist shook my hand. "It's an honor, genuinely.""Take care of your patient," I said, and left.The third floor stairwell was empty.I pushed through the door, sat down on the third step, put my face in my hands, and let my hands shake.Nobody was watching so I let them.The muffled sounds of the hospital settled around me and I sat in it and breathed the way I'd learned to breathe in the years after the river, slow and deliberate.Eventually it believed me and then the quiet got too quiet, making the past, the way it always did when I sat still long enough, found me.The wedding had been in May.I hadn't thought about that in years
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