My steps felt heavier as I approached Dr. Parker’s office, my heart pounding a little too fast. The conversation with the woman in the waiting room had left me unsettled, her words looping in my mind like a broken record.
Special attention.
Very involved with his patients.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to push the thoughts aside. I needed to focus on why I was here—my baby, my health. Not him.
Not what we did.
I reached his office door and hesitated before knocking. A part of me wanted to turn around and leave, to pretend none of this was happening. But before I could act on that impulse, the door swung open.
Dr. Parker stood there, his expression unreadable. “Come in,” he said, his voice even.
I stepped inside, my pulse hammering in my ears. The door clicked shut behind me, seal
