The next day, I shook the snow off my coat and walked into Ollie’s Diner. Whistling kettles, the scent of pure coffee beans, and the light pink staff uniforms, Ollie’s was buzzing with people this morning.
Dr. U sat in a red booth near the windows, staring out at the slush on the sidewalks. After quickly gazing around for any sign of Mycah, I slid into the booth opposite of Dr. U. She smiled widely at me and sipped on her black coffee mug. “So…” She arched a hard brow. “What’s wrong?”
A waitress that I hadn’t met before placed a mug of Jazz Mint tea in front of me and took my order. When she disappeared behind the bar, I glanced back at Dr. U. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“Don’t give me that,” she said, brown eyes staring pointedly at me. “I can see it in your eyes.”
I took a
