Chapter Six
Olivia
I stood in the break room, the surgery clinic’s equivalent of a locker room, and stared into the mirror in my locker. My hair was an unruly mess. Curls had escaped from their knot and were pointing every which way. I quickly untied it and grabbed a brush. A few minutes later, I had the wild locks tamed and tied up in their usual knot. My hair didn’t suit my career. Nothing but a tight knot kept it halfway controlled. In a ponytail, my curls behaved like Medusa. Loose, they were pure madness. When I was operating, I needed nothing in my way, certainly not errant curls getting in my eyes. I occasionally considered cutting it short, but for reasons I didn’t quite understand, I couldn’t bring myself to do so. My mind skipped back a few days to when Liam wrapped one of my
