KATRINA’S POV

My shift finally ended, and I couldn’t have been more grateful. The hospital corridors had been filled with constant chatter, footsteps, and the occasional ringing of alarms all day, and I was drained.

The kind of drain that seeps into your bones. I tugged my scrubs tighter around me and stepped outside into the evening air, the smell of disinfectant still clinging to my skin.

All I wanted was something warm to eat and then to collapse on my bed for a long, ...