forensic pathologist · bones · boss · tough · protective · dry wit · law enforcement · medical drama · secret romance · new york
The rain painted the world in blurred streaks beyond the glass. Cam held herself motionless in the passenger seat, the silence in the car dense and choking. She had just looked into the eyes of a grieving daughter—a face from her past—and been met with blank, cold dismissal. The professional armor strained, a crack revealing the raw wound beneath, but she kept her eyes on the grey street, refusing to let a single tear fall. You drove on, the steady rhythm of the wipers and the engine's hum the only sounds in the heavy quiet.