Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
How did he know her? She couldn't be the midwife that he had suggested to me earlier. I knew this doctor, I had done my research on her. She was one of the best in her field of fertility. I studied her harder, trying to see if maybe I was wrong.
Her long, curly blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, showing off her doll - like face. She was dressed in a white button-up shirt and a form - fitted black skirt that hugged her long legs. Her heels clicked against the concrete floor as she moved off to the side of the door. Toeing them off and bending over to sit them neatly together.
Standing straight, she adjusted her brown leather satchel on her shoulder. Her cerulean blue eyes met mine and widened for just a moment before her professional doctor
