Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Behavioral changes can often be an indicator of mental disorders,” he says, undeterred. “I’m going to prescribe you an antidepressant and a low-dose anxiety medication. I want to see you in a week. The migraine meds plus these others might help you see significant improvement. I also want you to get back to physical therapy.”
“My body is fine,” I grumble.
“I watched your big ass limp in here. When you can walk through here without limping, maybe I’ll believe that.” He studies me for a long beat. “I want to help you, Terrence. I’m on your side. You know this or you wouldn’t have sought me out.”
He’s right.
I know he’s right.
“All right,” I concede. “Sorry for being a whiney bitch.”
“You’re not a whiney bitch,” he assures me. “Maybe a punk-ass bitch, but not a whiney one.”
I laugh. “You’re an asshole like Penny.”
“At least she has her mother’s looks going for her,” he jokes. “Okay, I’ll get these sent to the pharmacy you have listed. Do you need a ride home?”
“Nah, I’m fine.”
He purses his lips together. I know he doesn’t believe me, but I am not about to let this dude run me around town because I have a fucking headache.
“Thanks,” I grit out as we walk out of his office together.
He follows me into the lobby area where a man and a little girl are waiting to be seen. I squint, focusing on the guy who’s filling out paperwork.
It’s Jack fucking Henderson.
My gaze drops to the little girl. Curly, white-blond hair, light brown skin. She can’t be more than five. Her bottom lip pouts out, a slight tremble to it. Garrett is speaking to me, but I’ve tuned him out. Something has me walking forward, needing to see her up close. The little girl tilts her head up, familiar brown eyes staring back at me. Brown eyes I look at every goddamn day.
Lacey.
Goddammit, Lacey.
What the fuck did you do?
“Where’s Lacey?” I bark out at Jack.
His head snaps up, shock morphing his features at seeing me. He bursts to his feet, anger flaring in his eyes. “She’s still in Florida.”
This dude is sketchy as fuck.
“Give me her number. Her address,” I demand.
He snatches the little girl’s hand, dragging her away from me. “No.”
“Man, I’m not playin’ with you. Give me her fucking number.”
The little girl starts to cry, which only seems to enrage Jack further. He scoops her up and hauls ass out of Garrett’s clinic. I glare through the glass as he puts the girl in the backseat of his car and then peels out, fishtailing in the snow.
The migraine has been intensified by the fury coursing through my veins. I clutch onto the wall to keep from falling to my ass.
“Terrence,” Garrett says softly, mindful of my migraine. “What was that?”
I turn to face him, unable to shake the mixture of confusion and anger and betrayal infecting my every cell. “That’s my fucking kid, man.”
The end…for now.
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