Dorothy stood in the small exam room at the pediatric clinic, bouncing Kylee gently while they waited for the nurse. Ten weeks old. Time for her first round of vaccinations.
Dorothy had put this off as long as she could. Had told Jake the pediatrician’s office was backed up, that all the appointments were full. But Jake had started asking questions. Had looked up the recommended vaccine schedule online. Had insisted they needed to get Kylee in soon.
So here she was.
The clinic had been the safest option. Not a pediatrician’s office where they’d want detailed records and long-term relationships. Just a walk-in clinic that offered basic pediatric care.
Dorothy had filled out the intake forms with shaking hands. Kylee’s name. Date of birth. Current address. Insurance information—Jake’s in
