Gwen
The parking area of our new clinic is fully packed. There are news vans and cameras set up everywhere. My nerves are fried as we walk up to our group waiting at the entrance of the clinic. “I thought this was going to be a small gathering of the local people, not a nationwide spectacle.” I tell Archer.
”Seems like news got out and everyone wants a part of it.” He says with a shrug. f**k, I really don’t like cameras. A part of me wants to run in the opposite direction of where the cameras are pointing, all ready to get the scoop of the new clinic. I know this has very little to do with me and more to do with the fact that everyone wants a piece of Archer. This is the part about home that I don’t miss. I hate the press and their need to force themselves into every piece of Archer’s l
