ESTELLE

My heart was in my throat to find Linden outside my bedroom. Maybe this was how it felt when someone caught you lying or in an awkward compromising position. His eyes went to my hands, tying my robe.

Breathless, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“You’re not answering my call. You’re not replying to my messages. What’s going on?”

“Call me if you need anything,” Dr. Chesca said.

“I will. I’ll walk you out.”

“No need, dear. Micah will bring my things to the car.”

“Thank you.” I turned to Micah, and she nodded.

“Hello, ma’am.” Shit. “I’m Gabe Linden.” He offered his hand.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Chesca.”...