While Ethan was still trying to reach Kathrine, she sat alone on the cold bench of a clinic, her hands folded tightly in her lap as she waited for her turn.
She could hear the faint sound of people walking by but her thoughts were anything but orderly.
"Miss Kathrine. You're next," the receptionist announced, her voice cutting through the haze.
Kathrine blinked, the words pulling her back to the present. She inhaled slowly, drawing in as much composure as she could manage, before pushing herself to her feet.
A faint, practiced smile touched her lips—more habit than confidence—as her gaze flicked briefly to the closed door ahead.
This was it. she said squaring her shoulders and stepped inside.
The moment the door shut behind her, her eyes lifted—and froze.
Dr. Jason.
He sat behind the desk, flipping through a file, his posture relaxed, clinical.
