Karma Has A Cruel Harvest

Summary

When my eyes locked with Damian’s in the oncology ward, we both froze.

For me, it was the sheer, jarring shock of running into my ex-husband in a place like this after five years of total silence. For Damian, however, the look on his face suggested he’d jumped to a very different conclusion.

He frowned, his hand shooting out to grip my arm with a familiarity that made my skin crawl.

"Are you sick too? How bad is it? Do you need me to call in some favors with the specialists here?"