Meredith Mickelson Novels & Stories

Ben kept going, “I ran the plates and it belongs to a Whitney Donovan. She’s a second-year paramedic, and she was working the night of Dominic’s crash. But I can tell you for certain that Dominic is dead. I was able to find some photos and yeah, there’s no way he is alive. The crash practically broke the man in two.” Everyone in the room exhaled a sigh of relief. Isaac was still tense as he sat there next to Stephanie with his arms wrapped around his knees, his blood boiling at the audacity of the woman he used to date. If he had the slightest feeling of remorse after their break up, it was gone now, replaced with utter hatred.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

I certainly deserve this. *