“Good. That’s wise. No one should rush big decisions.” His arms crossed over his chest. “The position is yours whenever you want it. No deadlines. No pressure.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Someone with your talent shouldn’t feel limited by their current situation.” His tone stayed pleasant, but there was a thin edge under it that made my shoulders stiffen. “With the right environment, you could do much more.”
The words carried a shadow behind them. They didn’t mention Riven, but I could hear his name between the lines.
“I’m learning a lot where I am now,” I replied.
“Of course, you are.” August smiled again, but it didn’t warm his eyes. “But excellent surgeons don't always make the bestemployers. And certain arrangements can make professional boundaries messy.”
My stomach twisted. “I’m sorry?”
“All I’m saying is that living and working with the same person can create complications. It’s something you should think about.”
He knew.
Does he have someone watching Riven?
“Thank you for the advice,” I said coolly. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Good.” He straightened and buttoned his suit jacket. “Call me when you decide. The offer doesn’t expire.”
With that, he walked away, leaving the air strangely static behind him.
I stood there gripping a box of surgical gloves, willing my hands steady, the hallway walls pressing closer.
August's words echoed through my mind as the rest of my shift blurred—surgeries, patient assessments, endless documentation all passing in a haze.
By the time I reached the penthouse, it was close to nine. The elevator ride up didn’t feel the same. It felt like visiting rather than returning home.
Because this had never been my home.
It belonged to Riven and I had only lived here because circumstances made it convenient for him.
I stepped inside. The lights glowed warmly in the kitchen, and I heard the soft mumble of Emma’s television from her room. I took a breath and walked straight to my own room, closing the door quietly behind me.
My laptop sat on the nightstand. I opened it and stared at a blank document for several seconds before beginning to type.
Dr. Cross,
I wanted to let you know that I’ve found an apartment and will be able to move out in two weeks. I’m very grateful for the chance to care for Emma and for the housing you provided during a difficult period. This arrangement has been extremely helpful, but I believe I need to return to living independently.
The words looked correct on the screen, but they pierced me in a way I couldn’t explain.
I kept typing anyway.
I will continue caring for Emma during this time and remain in my role until we’ve agreed on a transition plan that works best for your family. Please let me know what timeline makes the most sense for you.
Thank you for all your support.
Sincerely,
Mireya Rosen
My finger hovered above the send button. I couldn't press it.
I saved the draft instead and closed the laptop slowly.
