Chapter 103

• Charlotte yanked open the bedroom door, scrubs hugging her frame, stethoscope dangling, hospital bag zipped tight. Maria bustled up from the hall, tray in hand—steaming coffee, buttered toast, fresh fruit. "Mrs. Carter, breakfast quick? Mr. Howard insists before the shift."
• "No time." Charlotte sidestepped, stomach twisting—not from hunger, but rebellion. His insists? Starve first. "Save it for Karla's glare-fest."
• Maria blinked. "But—"