"Okay, Mr. Thompson, come on in and have a seat," I said, gesturing to the chair across from my desk in the exam room.

  

   I'm Dr. Elena Ramirez, and I had been seeing patients all morning at the clinic, but this one caught my eye right away. Marcus Thompson, thirty-two years old, tall with broad shoulders and a nervous look on his face as he walked in wearing jeans and a button-up shirt.

  

   He sat down, his hands fidgeting in his lap, and I could tell he was uncomfortable just being here.

  

  I closed the door behind him and sat at my desk, pulling up his chart on the computer....