We all have stories we don't want to tell. We all have people who force us to finish writing them.
When I see Ashton West again after thirteen years at Halifax Harbor Hospital, the only thing I want to do is run. From the look in his eyes, he thinks the exact same. There's nothing left between us but deep wounds we inflicted long ago.
But I'm competing for the specialist position I've fought my whole career for. The rules are brutal: diagnose first, and you win.
And Ashton just became my patient.
Thirteen years haven't softened him. He's still sharp-edged, still impossible—and his symptoms don't make sense. While I chase the truth through tests, setbacks, and sabotage, I'm forced to face the damage we did to each other and the feelings I swore were dead.
This man destroyed my life. Now I'm supposed to save his.
As his condition worsens, I begin to see the pain he's carried all along. I should have saved him—and both our hearts—far sooner.
Because now it might already be too late.
