I recognized them from a photo he’d shown me weeks earlier, though he hadn’t mentioned they were coming.
I stood up immediately, preparing to leave.
« I’ll just— » I began.
« What’s this? » one of them interrupted, his eyes raking across my uniform, my name tag, and my obviously secondhand shoes.
« This is Emily, » Mr. Carter said quietly. « She works here. »The other son smirked.
« She’s a nurse? » he asked incredulously. « She looks like she just graduated high school. »
My face burned hot.
« I’m an intern, » I said, keeping my voice steady. « I should let you all have privacy. »
« Yes, please, » the first son said coldly. « We need to speak with Dad about his affairs. »
I left the room, my heart hammering in my chest.His affairs. The phrase stuck with me all evening.
