Kayla's POV
“Good, we should head back, it's getting late,” Raymond noted and I nodded in approval.
We were about to leave when a feminine voice stopped us.
“Kayla.”
My brows knitted it sounded somewhat familiar before I could turn around my brain recognized who it was.
Dr. Clara, my obstetrician.
“You have been avoiding me,” she said, plainly folding her arms.
That wasn't the case but from her perspective it must have looked that way. Azel kept reminding me but for one mental breakdown to another I never acknowledged her letters.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched me scramble for words.“You knew I had been asking for an appointment. Yet you never came.”
I shifted my weight feeling a tad guilty, it wasn't my intention genuinely.
Before I could defend myself, her eyes look
