Since Athena came back from the hospital, she hadn't been able to give a hundred percent focus to her work; Victoria's whiny laugh resounded in her ears at intervals, ruining her concentration.
Even while going through the remaining files on her table; even while seeing the patients who were on her list, to check if they were recovering as they should, the question kept ringing in her mind: what was Ewan doing with Victoria?
She just couldn't understand, couldn't wrap her head around that imagery. She would have discarded it, but for the fact that she had seen it with her own eyes—had seen Victoria laugh, head thrown back, hands tapping the table as if Ewan had spoken the joke of the century.
Then she had seen Ewan's face—at peace. That's what he had looked like.
Had he and Victoria been friends at one time?
At the moment, she sighed and closed the file she was working on, running her hands across her hair, which she had forgotten to tie up in a bun.
