Exhale
But internally….
Her pulse pounded in her ears. She searched her memory, desperate to convince herself she had imagined it, that stress had twisted the woman's final whisper into something familiar. But no matter how hard she tried, she could still see those eyes looking directly into hers. The grip around her wrist. The desperation in her voice. There had been no mistake.
"Dr. Sinclair?"
Naomi blinked, pulling herself back into the present.