“Same old, same old.” It was as much as Faith would say about the job. Unlike other doctors, she didn’t talk shop. It was as though she needed to set the reality of her work aside at the end of the day. Rachel suspected it was a coping strategy, knowing that medicine needed doctors who would fight that particular illness. “So, how’s Olivia?”
“Wonderful as ever.”
“We’ve still got the fitting on the weekend?”
“Of course,” Rachel confirmed with a smile.
Faith smiled back, pleased by the distraction. “Good.”