An Intern Claimed Her Husband Owned The Hospital—So I Made One Call

” She threw herself at me so hard I nearly lost balance.

I caught her, burying my face in her hair. She smelled like strawberries and pencil shavings.

“You’re back early,” she said, scrutinizing me. Kids notice everything. “Dad said Saturday.”

“I missed you too much.”

She considered this, then nodded. “Are you okay? You smell like coffee.”

I laughed—a small,continue reading …