Molly
“It’s alright,” I say. “I’ll handle it.”
Josh is quiet for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Charles and I will take care of it.”
He sighs softly. “Alright. If you need any help, just call me.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
We hang up.
I stare at my phone for a second before sliding it back into my pocket.
Why is he suddenly so hell-bent on helping me?
I shake my head.
I hope he doesn’t think he still has a chance with me or something, because that ship sailed a long time ago.
The rest of the day goes smoothly and painfully boring. In fact, I only have one patient today. A tiny Pomeranian dog that comes in for treatment. The little furball spends most of the visit barking at absolutely nothing while the owner apologizes nonstop.
After that, nothing happens.
Thankfully, I agreed to hav
