~Mia~
Music filtered through the arena as Andi blocked the entrance to the dressing room. I could see Bentley’s shirt and the sleeve he’d rolled up to his elbow. Both had remained in the same position since Chris finished my exam and opened the door.
Their voices were low enough that I couldn’t hear them, but I knew they were discussing me. Why else would they whisper?
Shifting my focus across the room, Chris sat at the vanity writing some notes inside my chart. He’d taken care of me since he began working at Music Haven years ago, but my chart was thin. I never had any medical issues in the past. Now I’d fainted twice since getting pregnant.
The sound of Andi’s voice caught my attention as I heard her speaking to someone beside her. “Hey. Thanks again, for earlier.”
A lower voice rep
