SARAH
“You can be rest assured. I would have you speak to one of our leading obstetricians, and…”
“I’m sorry, what is your name again?”
My question annoys her. She stands straight, head held high, and pulls the both sides of her labcoat together.
“I’m doctor Finch. Marilyn Finch.”
I plaster a fake smile on my face.
“Good. Doctor Finch, I’m not sure what type of prank my brother must have arranged with you before now. He does have a twisted sense of humor, trust me. But can’t you lose your license for lying? Because I promise you, he didn’t pay you enough for this.”
She frowns.
That’s how I know she’s not joking.
It feels like another blade has been pierced into my chest.
“You’re currently shocked, so I would try not to be offended by your opinion of me, miss Wellspring. But
