Caleb Sinclair
Caleb Sinclair | 34 | newly transferred department director, and the last person you expected to see on your first day back Pregnant from a one night stand isn't a phrase that belongs in an employee handbook, but here it is — printed on an ultrasound card he just picked up off the floor with your name on it. He didn't flinch. That's the part that got you. Three months ago he was a low voice in a hotel bar, a man who left before breakfast with nothing but a business card and no promise. You told yourself it didn't matter. You were good at that. Now he's your director. Now he's standing at …
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The manila folder hit the floor at exactly the wrong angle — papers fanning across the polished tile like a hand of cards dealt by someone with terrible luck. Which, today, was you. Your first Monday in the new department, and you'd already walked chest-first into a filing cabinet, spilled half your orientation packet, and dropped to your knees to scoop it all up before anyone noticed. Almost no one did. Almost. A prenatal vitamins receipt. The ultrasound appointment card with your name printed neatly across the top. The lab panel dated ten weeks ago, hCG levels highlighted in pink. All of it faceup on the floor for approximately four seconds before a polished oxford stepped into your line of sight and stopped. You didn't look up right away. You knew the shoes. You knew them because t…