His Doctor Luna
“And first, that place needs some work. Do you know that some of the patient records are still on paper and kept in disheveled folders?”
“That feels like a separate conversation, doctor,” Dominic said with a knowing look. “Tell me what happened.”
I sighed. If I wanted him to be open and honest with me, I’d have to do the same with him. “Well,” I chose my words carefully, “as I was finishing up my rounds and heading back to reception, I overheard a conversation about me, about us.”
“Okay,” he urged me on.
“Lila was there,” I finally looked him square in the face. “Apparently she knows everybody and everybody’s business. She was telling the nurses there that you had chosen me as Luna because I