“She’s capable of handling herself,” he said coolly. “If she wants space, that’s her decision. She doesn’t appreciate me interfering.”

Whenever he spoke of her lately, there was a sharpness to his tone.

He clenched his jaw slightly, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Last night, she hadn’t spoken to him at all.

Not one word.

“Still,” Dr. Donovan ventured carefully, “shouldn’t you at least try contacting her? Just to make sure she’s alright?”