Dr. Katherine Thorne's office was nothing like a typical medical practice. Located in a renovated brownstone on the Upper East Side, it felt more like a luxury spa than a doctor's office.
"Mr. Abernathy. Mrs. Abernathy." Dr. Thorne greeted them both with a knowing smile that made Liora's stomach clench. She was an elegant woman in her fifties, silver-haired and sharp-eyed. "Please, come in."
The examination room continued the spa aesthetic—soft lighting, comfortable furniture, state-of-the-art equipment discreetly integrated into the design.
"I understand this is a... delicate situation," Dr. Thorne said once they were settled. "Mr. Abernathy explained the circumstances when he made the appointment."
Liora's eyes snapped to Dashiell. "You told her?"
"Dr. Thorne is bound by patient con
