The clinic was a modest building, with pale blue walls and a quiet waiting room that felt oddly comforting. The familiarity of it all soothed some of my nerves. It was hard to believe that the boy I once knew now had his own clinic, treating people who were probably far more broken than I felt.
Jerry greeted us at the door, his smile still as warm and charming as I remembered from high school. He looked much the same, just that time had matured him, yet his eyes still carried that same kindness I remembered from our school days.
"Lana," he greeted, his smile growing as he stepped forward. "It's been way too long."
"Jerry," I replied, feeling a genuine smile tug at the corners of my lips. "I didn't expect to see you again after all these years."
He gave a light chuckle. "I didn't either
