Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dr. Iverson is coming out of my mom’s room when I turn the corner, and I freeze. For a very idiotic, teenage second, I assume he’s here to kill me for sleeping with his daughter, and a very brainless, very adolescent panic thunders through me as the father of the woman I love walks my way.
But then reason filters in, and I see him dabbing at his eyes under his glasses with a Kleenex, and I understand. He stopped in to see Mom. To visit her.
“Sean,” he says, extending a hand, and I shake it.
“Dr. Iverson.”
“Can I have a few moments of your time?”
My mind flickers back to Zenny, and I wonder if he’ll kill me slow or quick, but then he simply leans against the wall and takes off his glasses, cleaning them with a cloth he pulls from his coat. I breathe again—he pr
