Private Rounds H.W

Alisha returns home at twenty-two to a city still reeling from catastrophe.
The particle accelerator explosion has left Central City shaken, and her boyfriend, Barry Allen, in a coma. She comes back from college expecting to sit vigil at his bedside, to grieve, to wait. Instead, she finds herself drawn into the orbit of the man overseeing Barry's care: Harrison Wells.
Fifty-one. Brilliant. Controlled. Her father's oldest friend.
Alisha grew up around Harrison's sharp suits and sharper mind, a distant figure in her childhood who always seemed to look through her rather than at her. But now she's no longer a girl passing through her father's office. She's a woman, grieving, restless, and stranded in a life that has suddenly stalled.
Harrison notices.
What begins as quiet conversations in hospital corridors and late nights reviewing medical updates shifts into something charged and dangerous. Harrison pursues her with calculated patience, sensing her vulnerability, her anger, her need to feel something other than helplessness. For Alisha, the attention is intoxicating, a distraction from the antiseptic smell of Barry's room, from the suffocating guilt of wanting more than waiting.
There is no love between them. No promises. No future.
Just stolen hours in darkened offices, the thrill of secrecy, and the raw heat of a connection built on betrayal. Harrison is old enough to know better. Alisha is young enough to convince herself she doesn't care.
But affairs are never contained. The city watches Harrison Wells as the face of scientific ambition and failure. Alisha's father trusts him implicitly. And Barry remains suspended between life and death, the silent weight beneath every choice she makes.
A story of age gaps, ambition, and moral collapse, this novel explores how grief can become a gateway to recklessness - and how betrayal burns hottest when no one is supposed to get hurt.