Sam July 2000
I'd been driving around Claremont for the last 3 hours, pulling into the parking lot outside of the clinic, staring at the doors, watching people walk in and out, willing myself to just get out of the truck and go inside and face Veronica. I'd been here four times already, and each time I talked myself out of plucking up the courage to walk through those doors.
I knew she was here; her car was parked out front of the clinic, probably seated at the desk, a large cup of coffee in hand, while she chatted with Kelsey about the party tonight, discussing dresses and laughing together. I could just walk right up to her and make up some lame excuse about needing to see Dad, that would be an actual, legitimate reason for needing to be here.
I can't do it, though. She has no idea I'
