Jessica felt rejuvenated. With Davis's unsolicited help, she had been able to push through the whirlwind of emotions, regaining the composure she had always been known for.
Even so, her decision hadn't changed—she would talk to him, openly, when she returned. That was the least he deserved. The more she thought about it, the more she understood why she hadn't rejected his request to explain the tears—because deep down, she wanted to share it with him.
Sliding into her car, she retrieved the few essentials she had abandoned when Davis arrived earlier. Her ID card, stethoscope, a file she had received from Richard and the small box bearing her evidence for the fact she wants to travel—all were placed neatly in her backpack.
