Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

Chapter 220

JAMES

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The lab was quiet at this hour.

Most of the morning rush had moved through by the time I got back to the hospital, and the diagnostic floor had settled into its mid-morning rhythm, which was steady and focused and blessedly free of the particulas chaos that arrived with the afternoon shift changeo I liked the lab at this time. It had the quality of a place where work was happening without noise about the work har

e under a personal reference number rather than a patient file. An irregular thing to do. Technically outside

I had been doing this work long enough to know when standard procedure served the patient and when it and this morning it created problems so I set it aside.

cian on duty was a woman named hat when I brought something in pe

d it without questions and gave me

ok the tube and looked at the label

ow fast?” she said.

As fast as you can without rushin

She nodded and went to work

I went to my office.

ad been on this floor for six years and who had learned, over those signed it with a reference number instead of a patient ID, she ctly.

it accurate more than I need it immediate.”

I had a small offic

spent the most

chair that Iha

spine.

I sat in th

used for the administrative portion of the job, which was the portion I liked least and hat faced the internal courtyard, a desk that was usually buried under something, and a e years ago because the standard-issue one had been actively hostile to the human

g in particular.

I was

ssed and whose sample was now with Petra and whose situation I would finderstand better in a

eight months. We had worked side by side on the trauma floor for most of that time, the specific e each other daily in high-pressure situations and either grate against each other or fit together, and ay that I had not taken for granted because it didn’t happen often. She was precise where I was broad. as not. She had a way of finding the essential thing in a complicated situation faster than anyone else I

she communicated it without excess.

ad come through Rivera’s front door this morning was not quite her.

g this over since I left the house, the whole walk back, the whole ride up to the third floor, and now here in my the courtyard. I was trying to be fair abou

Ite themselves.

d me that something had hap

full picture of I knew

count for all the variables that produced a person

h things in the past weeks that

understand that her life

outside the hospital contained complications I had not been fully briefed on. People going through different. They moved differently, held themselves differently, had less access to the particular texture of their orde

All of that was true.

But there was the moment when she had seen me in the hallway.

It had lasted less than a second, The flash of it, the small arrest in her eyes before the recognition resolved, the specific of someone whose face said who is that before it said James. That sequence in her eyes had been real, and I had seen it, and then watched her adjust and come forward and perform the reunion of two colleagues with complete adequacy

Complete adequacy.

Which was the problem.

My Bianca did not perform complete adequacy. She was either present or she was distracted, and when she was distracted she was visibly so, and when she was present she was fully present in a way that had nothing performative about it.

And then there was the greeting.

This was the part I kept returning to because it was the most specific thing

Six months ago, on a Tuesday afternoon, I had been vomited on by a patient who had given no indication that this was about to happen. It had been comprehensive and deeply unpleasant, and Bianca had been there, and she had helped with the immediate practical situation and then laughed for what I considered an unreasonable amount of time, and out of that experience she had constructed a greeting. A specific phrase, something between a slang term and an inside reference, something that had no meaning to anyone who hadn’t been there for the original incident. She had greeted me with it the next morning and every morning since when she saw me first thing, with the specific insistence of someone who had decided a thing was funny and was going to continue finding it funny regardless of my position on the matter.

I had pretended to find it irritating.

I did not find it irritating.

This morning she had not said it. She had said my name and she had come forward and she had done everything right except that one specific thing, which she would not have forgotten, which was too particular to forget, which lived in the specific register of things between two people that nobody else could replicate because nobody else had been there.

I sat in my chair and looked at the courtyard and tried to decide if I was making a mountain out of a mole.

Maybe I was.

Maybe Bianca was sad and tired and going through something and had simply not said the greeting becalise she was sad and tired and going through something. Maybe the flash in her eyes had been surprise at seeing me rather than confusion about who I was. Maybe the necklace was exactly what she had said it was.

I looked at my desk and looked at my hands and made the decision I always made when I was uncertain, which was to wait for

the data.

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