Later that week, I’m in the waiting room of Stella’s practice, my foot tapping on the carpet. The sound of the waterfall feature she had installed on one wall is doing nothing to soothe my nerves. All it’s doing is making me have to pee.
I’ve managed to dodge Fisher since our breakfast, needing a little space. Sure, he knows secret number one, but there’s still a big one for him to find out, and I’m nervous about how he’ll react. That’s if he even shows up for this ultrasound appointment. When we parted ways at the diner, he said he would no matter what, but the gossip around the hospital is that someone is breaking into elderly people’s houses and messing with their Netflix accounts. Knowing Fisher, he won’t rest until he finds whoever is responsible. Which has worked out well for me sin
