#Chapter 19 Avoidance and Accusations

Mira It’s funny how our perception of ourselves can change depending on our mood. I barely recognized my face in the mirror as I washed up at the end of another shift at the hospital. It’d been three days since I was home, and sleeping on the hospital cots was taking its toll on me. My skin looked dull, my hair was a mess, and my eyes looked perpetually swollen. That might have been from all the crying I did on that first night, but I convinced the staff it was seasonal allergies. I don’t think anyone believed me. “In for another night, Doctor?” Jacqueline asked me. “Oh, maybe,” I said without looking up. “I still have a lot of paperwork to get done today, so…” “And Dominic won’t let you do it at home?” she asked, knowingly. “Or is there another reason you don’t want to go home to him?” “I’ve been busy, Jacqueline.” I turned to look right into her. “Not all of us can clock out and forget about the work we’re doing here. And with all these new procedures I’m implementi