Chapter 2
Calvin didn’t know why he drove into the parking lot of Benji’s Diner. For one thing, he didn’t think much of the food there, and for another he didn’t like Matt Walton. Not at all.
Perhaps the night had been too hard on him. Calvin had lost patients before. But it never got easier. Not for him. And this one had been a young man who’d reminded him of his brother, Barnaby. He’d been about Barnaby’s age, too. His chest had caved in from the accident. Calvin could still hear his mother’s inconsolable wails.
He could never be a doctor who viewed patients as faceless, nameless people. Perhaps it would be easier that way, but Calvin didn’t do easy.
Calvin pulled into a space, turned off his car and got out. Matt, who had already arrived ahead of him, speeding no doubt, had parked h
