COLIN
“Dr. Pierce!” a feminine voice called out to me as I was leaving the building.
I stopped and turned toward the voice to see a curvy brunette in a gray skirt suit rushing over to me. Her smile was shaky, and her cheeks flushed as she pushed stray tendrils of her hair back behind her ear. She was young, early twenties from the looks of it if I had to guess. She had the fresh face of someone who hadn’t been working in the medical field for the last ten or twenty years. She didn’t look quite so tired and jaded as some of us.
“I’m so glad I caught up with you,” she said, offering me her hand while balancing a briefcase and several file folders in her arms. “I’m Suzanne Rollins. Dr. Suzanne Rollins in a few months, if all goes well.”
I shook her hand, surprised to find that she gave a
