Marylyn scoffed. “We know exactly who you are. A glorified charity case who got too big for her scrubs.”

“Say what you want,” I replied, my throat burning. “But I worked for everything I had. Every night, I slept in call rooms. Every extra shift. Every time I ran on two hours of sleep just to make sure my patients were okay. I did not kiss anyone’s ass. I did not use anyone’s bed to get ahead. Well, can you say the same for yourselves?”

Marylyn’s face darkened.

Vincent looked ...