As a third-year emergency medicine resident, she was used to being tired, but this was something different. A weariness that crept into her blood, numbing her from the inside out. Every move, every decision—hell, every blink—left her feeling empty. She twisted the engagement ring hanging from the chain around her neck. Jerry’s ring. Maybe her New Year’s resolution would be to finally be honest with herself, that she wasn’t good enough for him, and she should walk away forever. Lord knew, he’d be better off without her—just look where loving her had gotten him. If there was one thing Gina could be brutally honest about, it was her own shortcomings. She couldn’t take care of Jerry. She didn’t have the strength, the patience. Hell, she couldn’t even take care of herself—wasn’t that why she’d stayed with Jerry for so long? He’d made her feel safer than anyone else ever had. Protected. Cherished. Even Old Jerry had been putty in Gina’s manicured hands, no match for a mind trained in the art of verbal guerrilla tactics by the famous trial lawyer, her father, Moses Freeman.
