As days go by, my face returns to normal. After my trip with Ian to Vancouver, we settled into a strange relationship. Yes, strange because he is home more often. Yesterday, I started at the hospital again, and when Samuel came to pick me up, Ian was already waiting.
Strange? Coming from him, of course.
Right now, I’m leaving after having the tests that Terrence requested. One of the nurses told me he wanted to see me. I knock softly on the door before peeking my head in.
“Brooke, come in.”
He gestures to the chair in front of his desk.
“How are you?” I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
“Good, you know, work.”
I nod. “They told me you wanted to see me.”
“Yes, I wanted to know how you are and how you felt doing the tests.”
“Perfect,” I smile somewhat nervously.
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