{KAYLA}
"Mrs. White?"
"King," I correct the second Dr. Karls's secretary advances toward me.
She nods, smiling politely. "I apologize, but Dr. Karls just had a health emergency and had to leave the office."
I hope she's dying. But then I'd have to explain to Nate that I had nothing to do with it.
"Oh." I've been waiting here for fifteen minutes, and Nate won't be back until the hour-long session is supposed to be over.
"So…I can leave?"
Her brow furrows. Fuck, that sentence sounded weird. When the hell did I start asking permission? Nate has been ruining me.
"I mean, I'll just leave, then." I stand up, holding the bag Nate gifted me. It only has my phone and the credit card he's given me. It's stupid, too big for just those, but I need it since the dresses he buys me have no pockets. Ridiculous shit.
