Chapter 32

Zoe shook her head firmly. "Dr. Olson, you've got to pull yourself together," she said, her tone half pleading, half firm. "The patient needs you." Leroy nodded in acknowledgment. Later that day, he was discharged from the hospital. Zoe, ever the diligent colleague, reminded him as he left, "Make sure you rest and don't waste another thought on that woman. You deserve someone way better." Leroy forced a faint, awkward smile. Zoe's bluntness wasn't exactly subtle, and her comment hung in the air uncomfortably. … When Leroy arrived home, the warm, savory aroma of soup greeted him at the door. Olivia was in the kitchen, a pot of broth simmering on the stove. His father, David, stood beside her, offering quiet assistance. "You're back," Olivia called out with a smile, stirring the pot. "I've been working on this since this morning. You've just recovered, and your body can't handle any more stress. "Come on, sit down. It's ready." Leroy hesitated, feeling a surge of w