ALLISON.

Once the door closed behind them, I let out a breath of relief and turned to Wesley.

“Well, that was… something.” I shook my head in disbelief.

Wesley chuckled, opening his black briefcase and pulling out his stethoscope. “Welcome to your life, Alli. Now, sit down. Let’s see how you’re doing.”

I sank into a chair, trying to relax as Wesley knelt in front of me and began his examination. His hands were steady and professional, but his voice held the same ...