The nurse didn't look back. Her pace was brisk and focused. The sterile scent of antiseptic grew stronger as she moved deeper into the building, headed toward the elite players' recovery wing.
Roman's brows furrowed further. Who could possibly be there? He kept his distance, shadowing her quietly until she reached the surgical wing.
She pushed through the doors and disappeared inside. Roman slowed as he approached, and then he saw it. The red light above the door. In surgery.
His pulse spiked, sharp and sudden as the thought landed heavily. Estelle. The name hit him like a jolt. What if she were in there? His chest tightened as he stepped closer, drawn toward the door, every instinct screaming at him to find out.
He took a few more steps, each one heavier than the last, until he stood right in front of the door, his pulse throbbing in his ears.
