The waiting room was silent, but Hailey’s heart was drumming against her ribs. She was twenty-two, but gynecologist visits always made her feel like a nervous kid.
She had found out about this famous gyno weeks ago, booked an appointment, and today was it. When the nurse called her name, she walked into a sterile, white office that smelled of lavender and rubbing alcohol.
Dr. Christian was sitting behind a desk. He was an older man, maybe in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a handsome face that looked like it was carved from stone. He looked up from a file and gave her a sharp, professional nod.
"Ms. Hailey. Please, sit," he said. His voice was deep and steady. "Tell me what’s been going on. You mentioned some discomfort in your notes?"
Hailey shifted in the chair. "I...
