JAMES’ POV

I rubbed my hands against my jeans as I stepped out of the car. My throat had gone dry, and I would have given anything for a drink.

My mom stepped out, standing right beside me as she handed me my phone. It was a message from an unknown number.

‘We need to meet. Trust me, I'm a person of interest.’

I deleted the text immediately. I didn't have the time for such things. Especially not when it might be one of those angry patients.

A part of me was angry at Anna. Why was she trying to be friends if she was just going to end up...