I walked into my office the next morning, as light as a feather. My appointments felt like a breeze, and like I had stated a few days before I needed to push my clients a bit more, and that’s what did.
Today, my mind crossed on Ophelia as I looked through old patient files. I hadn’t heard from her for a while, and although she could just be somewhere living her life, I had to be sure.
Thinking about her had me a little ashamed of how I behaved.
“Hey …. Can you call Ophelia Banks for me please, let her know that it’s a checkup.”
“Right away, Ms. Devilla.”
I nod, about to return to my office when someone unwelcomed barged in.
“Why are you here?
“I texted you, you didn’t reply,” he replies.
“I replied,” I say blandly.
“I figured it wasn’t you.”
“Where’s mom, does she know your her
