“Mara pov”

I knocked on the door of the apartment, my medical bag slung over my shoulder, feeling the usual routine settle in.

Home visits like this were straightforward, just another patient needing a quick check or injection.

The door opened, and there he was, Clifford, looking a bit pale but still handsome in that rugged way, with his broad shoulders and dark hair tousled like he just woke up.

“Hi, I’m Mara from the home health service,” I said, keeping my voice steady and professional.

“You must be Clifford. Ready for that injection?”

He nodded, stepping aside to let me in.

The place was tidy, a small living room...