he pile of sporting periodicals on his bedside
table.
“Thanks, Annie.”
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“You’re tired, aren’t you?”
He nods.
“I’ll let you get some sleep.” I lean over and kiss his forehead.
“Laters, Daddy,” I murmur.
“I’ll see you later, honey. And thank you.” Ray reaches out and catches my
hand, squeezing it gently. “I like that you call me daddy. Takes me back.”
Oh, Daddy. I return his squeeze.
As I head out of the main doors toward the SUV where Sawyer is waiting, I
hear my name being called.
“Mrs. Grey! Mrs. Grey!”
Turning, I see Dr. Greene hurry toward me, looking her usual immaculate self,
if a little flustered.
“Mrs. Grey, how are you? Did you get my message? I called earlier.”
“No.” My scalp prickles.
“Well, I was wondering why you’d cancelled four appointments.”
Four appointments? I gape at her. I’ve missed four appointments!
How?
“Perhaps we should talk about this in my office. I was going out for lunch—do
you ha一ve time right now?”
I nod meekly. “Sure. I . . .” Words fail me. I’ve missed four appointments? I’m
late for my shot. Shit. I follow her in a daze back into the hospital and up to
her office. How did I miss four appointments? I vaguely remember one being
moved—Hannah mentioned it—but four? How could I miss four?
Dr. Greene’s office is spacious, minimalist, and well appointed.
“I’m so grateful you caught me before I left,” I mumble, still shellshocked. “My
father’s been in a car accident, and we’ve just moved him here from
Portland.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. How’s he doing?”
“He’s doing okay, thank you. On the mend.”
“That’s good. And it explains why you cancelled on Friday.”
Dr. Greene wiggles the mouse on her desk, and her computer comes to life.
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“Yes . . . it’s been over thirteen weeks. You’re cutting it a bit fine. We’d better
do a test before we give you another shot.”
“A test?” I whisper, all the blood rushing from my head.
“A pregnancy test.”
Oh no.
She reaches into the drawer of her desk. “You know what to
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