The waiting room of the Harlow Neurology Institute was nothing like the hospitals Mara had taken Lily to before.
No flickering fluorescent lights. No plastic chairs bolted to the floor. No tired nurses moving too fast through corridors that smelled like antiseptic and anxiety.
This place was quiet and Carpeted. A receptionist who smiled like she meant it. A small corner set up with toys and books for pediatric patients that Lily immediately noticed from across the room.
Mara signed them in and they waited.
Lily sat in Mara’s lap and looked at the toy corner with focused interest but did not ask to go. She stayed where she was with her rabbit and her careful eyes and her thoughts that ran warm and private through the room.
I wonder if this doctor will actually listen.
Mara kept her fa
