CHAPTER 61
“Smelly Elly? I seriously can’t believe you forgot about that.”
I’m back at the cafeteria having lunch with Eliot, aka Dr. Jamison, the oncology resident. I decided it was time to come clean and apologize for how mean I was to him when we were kids, except he doesn’t remember half of it.
“Ok,” I laugh. “What about the time I hid your inhaler in a tampon box? You can’t have forgotten that one.”
Eliot’s smiling at me, but his eyes are soft. Maybe it’s the white coat and official nametag, but he looks like he could be ten years older than I am. “Actually, there’s a lot about those days I don’t remember.”
I bite my lip. Of course. It should be the golden rule of foster brats. Don’t bring up the past. What was I thinking?
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. When he called up to Natalie’s ro
