Thora’s POV
The first call came just after breakfast.
I was still helping Avis get ready for school cardigan when my phone buzzed across the counter. I didn’t recognize the number, but the area code was local, so I answered.
“Ms. Greenwood? This is Dr. Patel’s office.”
My chest lifted, hopeful. “Yes, hi, thank you for calling back. I just wanted to confirm—”
“I’m sorry,” the receptionist interrupted, voice clipped and rehearsed. “The doctor has decided he can’t provide written testimony or appear in court. It’s a matter of clinic policy.”
“Clinic policy?” I repeated. “He’s written a dozen statements for custody cases. I, I only need a letter confirming my daughter’s regular checkups.”
“I understand,” she said, not unkindly. “But Dr. Patel won’t be able to assist further.”
Click.
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