Damian
My phone rang just as I finished reviewing the last patient chart for the day.
I glanced at the screen before answering. "Mom."
"There you are," my mother said cheerfully. "I was beginning to think you've forgotten that you still have a family."
I smiled faintly as I gathered the files from my desk. "I saw you three days ago."
"Three days is a long time," she replied.
"For you, maybe."
"It certainly is. Which is exactly why you're coming home for dinner tonight."
I reached for my coat. "Is there a special occasion?"
"No," she replied so casually that I didn't think twice about it. "A few friends are dropping by. Nothing formal. Your father insisted we make enough food for an entire neighborhood, so I figured we might as well invite you."
"That sounds
