Mark kissed my cheek in the waiting room and told me he’d be right outside.
The chairs were the same uncomfortable beige ones as last time. A muted television played some daytime talk show in the corner. Mark already had his phone out, thumb moving across the screen before I’d even stood up.
“Just a quick follow-up,” he said. “I’ll grab coffee after if it runs long. Text me if you need anything.”
I nodded. My mouth was dry. The paper gown they’d given me in the changing alcove felt thinner than the one from two weeks ago, or maybe I was just more aware of it. Every step down the short hallway made the fabric shift against my bare skin. Dr. Reid’s nurse had walked me back, made a note on the tablet, and left the door cracked when she stepped out.
“He’ll be right in,” she’d said.
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