Sheridan collapsed against Luis's chest, her entire body wracked with sobs. "That . . . that felt so cathartic, Luis."
Wrapping her up in his arms, Luis pulled Sheridan in close and kissed the top of her head. "I bet it did—I'm so happy for you, Sheridan."
"I feel like I can finally breathe." Sheridan gulped for air. "Like I've finally broken free from my father's emotional prison . . ."
Luis leaned back, smiled softly, and cupped her face. "That's because you have."
"It feels amazing." Her eyes sparkling, Sheridan smiled at him. "I feel like I can do anything."
Luis beamed at her and leaned in for a kiss.
A pain shot through Sheridan's belly.
Sheridan doubled over. Clutching her belly, she gasped for air.
"Sheridan?" Luis grabbed her arms.
Sheridan grimaced as the pain tightened its grip. "I . . . I think I'm having a contraction, Luis."
Had that conversation with TC really happened? Were they finally finding some peace?
If someone had asked her months ago, Eve would have sworn that this would never happen, but, then again, a lot of unbelievable things had been happening lately.
TC supporting Whitney's decision to prioritize college, the FBI nabbing Wilkes, Sheridan and Luis making a connection with Mike . . .
Mike was her son. She knew it. She could feel it in her bones.
If only she could jump to the part when he agreed to take a DNA test, when it proved what she had known all along.
Maybe she could meet up with Julian after her rounds were over and brainstorm what they could do if Mike didn't contact them soon.
Grabbing her clipboard, Eve started toward the door—stopping in her tracks when it swung open.
Nurse Dualla poked her head in. "There's a young man here to see you, Dr. Russell."
"I don't have any scheduled appointments," Eve said.
"No," a man replied, walking up behind Nurse Dualla. "I was hoping you'd see me anyway, though."
Her eyes flying to his, Eve dropped her clipboard.
"Dr. Russell." Entering Eve's office, Mike extended his hand to her. "I think we have a lot to talk about."
