Chapter 15: Where You Looked

Morven's POV

Veronica said she had been authorized, that it was a misunderstanding, and that her lawyer would be in touch.

Then she walked out into the snow with the reporter trailing after her, asking the same question three times.

I did not stay to watch.

I had a lobby full of staff to send back to work, and a man beside me who had gone gray in the face.

Nolan did not speak in the elevator.

He did not speak in my car, either, and I let him have it.

At my apartment, he stood in the middle of the living room and looked at the couch he had slept on for a week.

Gauze came out from under the bookshelf, looked at him, and went back under.

"Sit," I said.

"I should go. My mother wants a statement for the board."

"Your mother can wait two hours."

He sat.

I stayed on my feet, because I had been carrying this for three years, and it would not come out sitting down.

"I want to tell you something," I said. "And I want you to not fix it."

"All right."

"Three years ago, a boy came into my ER with a knife in his chest."

His eyes sharpened.

"I called you. You came down the stairs in your socks. You put your hand on his chest and said, Let's slow this down."

"I remember."

"I was the one who held his chest closed with my hands until you got there, Nolan. I had blood to my shoulders."

I heard my voice go rough, and I let it.

"You saved him, and I watched you do it.

"It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen a person do.

"Then you finished, and you said, Thank you, Dr. MacDonough, and you went upstairs."

"Morven."

"You did not look at me. Not once, in six hours.

"For three years you walked past me in the hall.

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