It had been months and Benjamin hadn’t gotten any closer to finding Dora. He had even called Royce, who didn’t remember her, but said that she might have paid with a card.
Benjamin walked into his office. “Sorry I took so long,” he said to the woman who was sitting at his desk. She turned on him and he swallowed. She looked like his Dora.
‘She is too pale,’ his mind argued. ‘If she is pregnant… it can’t be.’
“Hi,” she whispered as she stood up.
He noted that her voice was similar but not the same. He picked up her paperwork, seeing she had filled out her medical history, but her husband's name had been left blank. He would have to make a note to ask him at their next appointment, but that information was not as important as hers at that stage.
He ran through some of the information an
