Elle Lee — In Good Hands

Marcus leaned back, folding his arms. “Tell me something. If one of your patients came to you with these same symptoms, what would you prescribe?”

She slipped the ring onto her finger—the same finger that had once trembled with pain—and said yes. elle lee in good hands

Elle felt something crack open in her chest—not painfully, but like ice giving way to spring. She looked at his hands, resting on the arm of his chair. They were strong and careful, the hands of a surgeon, but also gentle. Hands that had held hers steady during her worst moments. Hands that asked nothing in return. Marcus leaned back, folding his arms