45

ESTELLE

My heart was in my throat to find Linden outside my bedroom. Maybe this was how it felt when someone caught you lying or in an awkward compromising position. His eyes went to my hands, tying my robe.

Breathless, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“You’re not answering my call. You’re not replying to my messages. What’s going on?”

“Call me if you need anything,” Dr. Chesca said.

“I will. I’ll walk you out.”

“No need, dear. Micah will bring my things to the car.”

“Thank you.” I turned to Micah, and she nodded.

“Hello, ma’am.” Shit. “I’m Gabe Linden.” He offered his hand.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Chesca.” My doctor delightfully shook his hand.

“Is Estelle okay?” he asked quickly. His expression changed, filled with worry.

“Yeah. I came to check her up. She’s complaining of lower abdominal pain. Nothing a mild analgesic can’t help.”

“I’m relieved. Thank you, doctor.” Linden nodded in understanding, but I still saw mixed emotions in his eyes.

There was a moment when you wished you could stop