From the look on her face, it was obvious—Nora hadn’t ordered anything.

I got up to help her with the package, figuring she was probably wiped out from a long day in surgery. I double-checked the label. Sure enough, it was addressed to her.

"Maybe one of your secret admirers sent you something?" I teased, setting the box on the table.

Nora shot me a deadpan seriously? look, but grabbed a box cutter and started slicing it open.

I leaned ...