Lucas

Leaning forward, I drop my head to my hands, my elbows supported on my outstretched knees as a knock raps on Dr. Kizer’s office door. It’s probably her assistant, Marji, the pretty blonde. For a moment when I hear her voice, Moira comes to mind.

With a sigh, I lean back against the chair and peer toward Dr. Kizer. I can’t see who she’s speaking to, but I can hear Dr. Kizer use her name, Marji.

Marji isn’t Moira; she isn’t who I want. ...