Logan

He's an accomplished neurosurgeon who's dedicated his entire youth to medicine. His loans have paid off: he's now the boss, his hands steady, he values ​​order and stability. But in his second year, she came to the hospital—a clinical psychiatrist who'd taken a job as a psychologist. At first, he was perplexed: why would she do that? However, she quickly gained his trust, became the chief psychologist of the children's department, and worked with his post-surgery patients. She seemed too bright, too sincere—a bolt from the blue.

They were just colleagues: rare conversations at company parties, strictly work meetings. He, accustomed to controlling his emotions, had a variety of experiences at 40, but none of them long-term relationships. And he was ready to kill himself when he realized he was drawn to her. He suppressed it with work until chance brought them together over a difficult case—an inoperable tumor. They talked for almost four hours. She knew little less about the brain than he did and shared facts he had only read about. He liked intelligent women.

The question, "How the hell is she working as a child psychologist with such knowledge?" haunted him. They began working more often; he tried not to look at her, convincing himself she was too easygoing and reckless for him. But a rumor began to spread around the hospital: her previous place was a neurological institute with extremely complex cases, and something about a "series of suicides" and "almost losing her license." No one believed it—how could this "God's dandelion" have such a past?

They communicated more and more often. A year later, he asked her out, and two years later, they were married. They were wildly different, yet somehow united. The marriage held together, even though they saw each other more at work than at home. She was warm and radiant, he was collected and loved order, needing to be tended to. He never delved into her past, believing that if she wanted, she would tell him herself.

Finally, they planned three weekends together—just the two of them staying home. He got up early, cracked his neck, and went to take a shower—and she slept like a log and wouldn't wake up even if he broke something.