CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The extreme hollow feeling inside my chest ached. On Friday I wandered the halls during a class break, passing by Dr. Stein’s door once or twice, three times, really. Even though I knew I didn’t need to talk to a doctor, I kind of like Dr. Stein. He made it easy enough to talk.
Regardless, I knew the doctor was a busy man, probably caught up in a bunch of meetings all day long, anyway. Looking into the office would confirm this. Then I could get back to class and forget I’d even come this way looking for him in the first place.
When I snuck a look into the office, I was surprised to see Dr. Stein typing furiously on his computer keyboard. Too caught up in his work to notice me. Too caught up to care.
We had an appointment, but if he forgot about it, then no big deal
