Mila
I stepped out of my car, the chill air turning my breath into short-lived white puffs. The wind picked up and a shiver overtook me. Pulling my coat tighter around my body, I fast walked across the lot to the warm shelter of the clinic's lobby.
Just as I put my hand on the handle and pulled, the wind gusted. the door slammed shut tight.
It's as if Mother Nature herself wants me to be cold.
The gust died down and I pulled harder, finally gaining entry. I felt the wind's chilly fingers sting my neck right up until the point the door snicked firmly shut behind me.
A mostly-full clinic lobby greeted me.
It looks to be another busy day.
Harper looked up from her computer screen. Her gaze locked with mine, stopping me in my tracks. Her eyes held a frank, morose note.
What's with h
