Archer
Sometimes I forget how public my life is, but the photo on the front page of nearly every newspaper is a solid reminder of that. It has been two days since that night I found Gwen on the bathroom floor, since the night I held her for hours and not caring that it was the only thing I did. I have spent the past two days glued to her side, refusing to go to work or letting her out of my sight for a second, but today, I needed to get some work done and I couldn’t keep her locked in her apartment when she also had patients waiting for her. The second I walked into the building, I knew something was up. I walked into my office to find Jaxon waiting for me, a bunch of newspapers and magazines stacked on my table.
“I take it you haven’t seen the newspapers yet, or read any article for t
