From Rejected to Rafael's
The sight of her made my eyes water as I walked toward her slowly, like the floor was fragile, and took her hand in both of mine and pressed my lips to her knuckles.
"I'm sorry, Miss Volkov, but we need to talk."
I'd almost forgotten the doctor was standing there. I turned around, staring at him, a white coat, a medical mask secured around his nose.
"What's the issue, doctor?"
I knew what the issue was, but I was hoping it wouldn't be the same, maybe the opposite of the current situation.