Chapter 6

Walter Reed National Military Medical Center was exactly what I needed — structured, demanding, and completely indifferent to my personal life. Colonel Nakamura met me on my first morning. "Sinclair." She studied me with those sharp, assessing eyes. "You look like someone who's been held underwater for four years." "Accurate." "Well, you're above the surface now. I expect the surgeon I trained, not the woman someone tried to erase. Clear?" "Clear, ma'am." It was the first time in four...