"Is everything okay?" Brett asks, concerned.
"To be honest, I don't know."
"Do you still want to come with me?"
I think for a moment, and although I believe it's not a good idea, I want to distract myself, and I'm sure that if I go back to the hotel, I won't.
"Yes, let's go."
"Great, I promise you won't regret it."
"Will you tell me where we're going?"
"How much do you like your job?"
"A lot."
After a few minutes, we arrive at the Children's Hospital in downtown Denver.
"Are you putting me to work?"
Brett smiles as he gets out of the truck, takes my hand excitedly, and although at first I feel a bit uncomfortable, I see him so enthusiastic that I don't say anything. Joel, his driver, comes behind us with some bags. Brett lets go of my hand and approaches the reception desk. The
