Ford’s POV
Busy is good. Hectic? Even better.
The clinic is packed when I arrive. My patients are hawing and hawking and honestly? I prefer the fuss. It’s better than being in silence, alone with my thoughts.
“Good morning, everyone,” I tell them. “I’m sorry for being gone yesterday. Just give me some time to settle and I will get started.”
They all nod with smiles and understanding, so I slip into my office to get changed. Just as I finish, Ella enters the room and braces herself against the door.
“You need to tell that Madeline to stop barging in here,” she says without preamble. “Nearly gave me a heart attack this morning, lurking in the plants outside like some sort of a cat.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’ll tell her that for next time.”
I’m about to slip past her when she stops me.
