-Roxy Delgado:
I'd been watching her all day.
Not in the creepy way most people would assume, but in the only way I knew how—by keeping her safe.
Every time Sloane walked down the hospital corridors, I made sure I was close enough to see but far enough not to be noticed. Whenever she entered an operating room, I lingered near the waiting lounge, pretending to scroll through my phone or sipping on bad hospital coffee just to keep myself anchored. And when she finally left work, her stride purposeful, coat clutched around her shoulders against the night air, I was behind her.
Not too close, never enough to make her turn her head, but close enough that if something—or someone—showed up, I'd be there.
By the time she made it to her place and locked the door, relief settled in my chest like a weight easing off. Only then did I leave.
