KATRINA’S POV

The moment I left the operating room, I yanked off my gloves and mask, feeling the satisfying relief of a successful surgery settle in my chest. I was exhausted, yes, but proud. Saving a life always made the hours of strain worth it.

I reached for my phone in my bag, intending to check the time, maybe reply some text, but instead, I froze when I saw Melissa’s name flashing on my screen.

Melissa: He’s awake.

My heart stopped for a second. My fingers trembled as I ...