Chapter 53

Cora POV

A week later, I was still standing.

I didn’t know how—but I was.

Seven days since the man died on my table. Seven days of whispered conversations that stopped when I walked into a room. Seven days of senior doctors scrutinizing every order I wrote, every decision I made, like they were waiting for me to slip.

I stopped counting how many times my name appeared in meetings I wasn’t invited to.

They moved me.

Not officially—no paperwork, no explanation.

Just ...