A romance about the love-hate relationship between patient and physical therapist, and the tragedy that keeps them apart.
Chapter One
Dana felt like a defenseless animal about to walk into a trap as she stood in the open doorway of East Ridge Hospital's Physical Therapy Center Monday afternoon. She gripped the walker she needed for support, aware of the throbbing in her left knee. The equipment along the off-white walls gleamed at her. The small room's low ceiling and worn bottle-green carpet was a far cry from the enormous facility she'd grown accustomed to at St. Jude Hospital in southwest Portland. Hardly the place where a specialist in sports injuries – the best Oregon has to offer, according to her doctor – would choose to work, she thought with apprehension. But then she suspected Dr. Stewart would have told her just about anything to get her back into therapy after the last of three operations four days ago. (Read the rest of the chapter...)
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