Mila
Dawn broke cold, locking Snowy Grove under iron gray skies. I opened my eyes and stared out of the bedroom window. The traffic sounds seemed subdued compared to normal.
It's as if even the weather feels morose about the Carrington family tragedy.
I swung my legs over the end of the bed and slipped my feet into fuzzy slippers. I yawned and stretched as I padded down the hallway to my laughably small kitchen.
Even though I had the day off from the clinic, I had set my coffee maker like usual. I'd had a feeling I wouldn't be able to sleep in, not with everything going on.
I worried about Lucas, of course, given his father was-as far as I knew-still in the hospital. But I felt concern over Dr. Ethan, too.
I wonder why my hugging him upset him so much? His distant mood started right
