Chapter 12
“Hey, Mom.”
The much younger version and the woman he’d called Mom shared the same friendly, rich, brown eyes that matched their beautiful skin tone. The son’s looked away, though, and his smile was sheepish as his mom took a reprimanding stance.
“Judah…” She wore a lab coat and a stethoscope, a doctor’s uniform. “Are you not supposed to be readying snack trays?”
“I am,” he said, and with a kiss to his mother’s cheek, he was off.
“Sixteen-year-old volunteers and future doctors need to learn to not be distracted.”
The kid was big for sixteen. On the other hand, some would say I was small for thirty.
“Though I am certain whatever is going on in here is quite interesting.” The doctor smiled.
“Ashia, this is Ewan’s grandson.”
“Well, I’ll be,” she said. “Ashia Mobley-Dupr
