Private Lessons From A Doctor
I needed… me back.
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The next day, I found myself standing outside a small, discreet clinic tucked between two apartment buildings downtown. A white sign read:
“Dr. Adrian Cole — Specialist in Women’s Health & Confidence.”
My hands shook as I pushed the door open. The faint scent of vanilla and antiseptic hit me immediately, tangling with the memory of Ethan’s cologne, the lipstick, the betrayal. My stomach twisted.
“Can I help you?” a receptionist asked, smiling warmly.
“Yes… I have an appointment with Dr. Cole,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.