“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“No,” the doctor agreed quietly. “It doesn’t.”
Time stretched.
Minutes felt like hours.
I sat. I stood. I paced.
And then my phone buzzed again.
Not my mother this time.
Dr. Melissa Crane.
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“No,” the doctor agreed quietly. “It doesn’t.”
Time stretched.
Minutes felt like hours.
I sat. I stood. I paced.
And then my phone buzzed again.
Not my mother this time.
Dr. Melissa Crane.