The same receptionist was at the front desk as I came in.

“Good morning, Lila,” he greeted me, before taking a sip of his coffee.

“Good morning,” I replied, relieved to just sit and wait.

I was early again, but I didn’t mind.

It gave me time to gather my thoughts.

Although my leg was still in pain, my thigh was still hurting, all I could think about for the last couple days was Doctor Ellis. I even had a dream where we met up outside of the office and spent an afternoon in a park somewhere, kissing and enjoying each other’s company.

I knew it was probably just a...