Brody isn’t my patient anymore, which is fine, totally fine.
People are allowed to ask for second, third, fourth and maybe even fifth opinions. They’re allowed to search for the answers they want for however long it takes for them to accept those answers. It’s got nothing to do with me.
Even if it feels like it does, just a little. A teeny, tiny amount.
Ah, hell, who am I kidding?
Here I am crushing Brody’s hopes and dreams and eating them for breakfast. Ugh. Of course, he never wants to see me again, of course!
So I’m super surprised when he calls me—again with the no texting. Honestly, what decade is he living in, and can he come join us in the here and now?
“Hello?”
“Yeah, it’s Brody.”
I nod, because yeah. Caller ID. “Yup. What’s up?” I keep my voice restrained, trying to keep
