HERMIONE
"Yes, come in," Dr. Gavin's voice echoes from the door of his office, and I enter.
I close the door behind me, noting that he's on a call. He gestures for me to give him a moment while he wraps up his conversation.
I move towards the private seating area in his office and sit in one of the dark grey leather chairs. He places the telephone on its holder and rises from his desk.
"Dr. Pierce."
He's one of the few doctors who don't bother with flattery when addressing me, and I respect him for that. He's in his late thirties and exudes an air of confidence in his white coat. His dark ash hair is mussed, as if he's just stepped out of the shower.
As he sits across from me, I catch a whiff of his cologne, confirming that he's recently finished surgery.
"A pleasant surprise to
