“Luna Elena,” Dr. Drake beamed as I walked into his office. He was a man in his late thirties. Handsome, lean. Always with a friendly smile that depicts more of his personality than just for professional reasons.
“Doctor.” He stood and we had a handshake. “I'm sorry, I'm late. Traffic was horrible and…”
“No need for the apologies, Ma'am. It was my pleasure waiting for you.” He dismissed politely, gesturing for me to have a seat.
I did, tugging lightly at my fur coat. He reached for the drawer, took out an envelope, and looked inside again. Like double-checking.
I was sure it was my test result. I've been here days earlier and underwent a series of tests to confirm what was wrong with me.
Dr. Drake grinned widely as he handed the envelope over. That part was a consolation that ther
