Ava’s POV
Monday morning, I stood outside Dr. Patel’s office.
With my coffee and reminded myself I had faced armed men before.
Then I knocked.
“Come in.”
Dr. Patel looked up from his computer.
“Ava.”
“Do you have a minute?”
He leaned back.
“That depends. Are you quitting?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”
I laughed and stepped inside.
“I need three weeks off.”
His eyebrows rose.
“Maybe I spoke too soon.”
I shut the door behind me.
“The Doctors Without Borders mission that was put on hold is back on.”
“Mexico?”
I nodded.
“When?”
“We leave two weeks from today.”
Dr. Patel stared at me before glancing toward the calendar beside his desk.
“Three weeks.”
“Yeah.”
“You know that's not exactly a long time to rearrange a pediatric practice.”
“I know.”
“And you waited until Monday to tel
