My ex-husband’s nightmare
The eyes never lied, and from the way he quickly looked away from me, I knew he just didn't want to say.
The doctors finally turned and noticed our arrival, they looked up to us. “Miss Alissa, Mr Woods,” the man with white, black hair greeted, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose. The other doctor has a file in his hand.
“I'm Doctor Black. I was the-”
He could skip the information and pleasantries, I was here for my Mom. “Where is my mother?” I asked. It was impossible to stay calm.
The doctor poked the glasses and inhaled sharply. When he spoke again, his voice was calm and collected: “She is inside.” There was something in his gaze that tickled my skin. Why did he sound empathetic
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