Brynlee felt her stomach churn while waiting in the lobby of the Presbyterian clinic. It was like just yesterday when she walked hesitantly into the clean white clinic lobby. The smell of drugs and carbolic acid hit her nose. It was a scent that still lingers in her brain to this day. Especially the very sharp smell of the anesthetic in the operating room and the operating table, which seemed scary. All of those memories made Brynlee's heart beat faster as the nervousness began to spread throughout her body.
"We're ten minutes early."
"Better than we’re late."
Actually, she had deliberately wanted to come earlier so she could control her emotions and not be a crybaby when she entered this place again. She might have been too hasty in making her vow five years ago that she promised not t
