I remembered apologizing to Connor because I thought my body had made him unhappy.
“What clinic records?” Connor demanded.
Kenneth’s mouth tightened. “This is not the place.”
Connor stepped closer. “You are not talking about my family like this.”
His family.
The word landed exactly where he meant it to.
I felt the sting, but it was duller than it once would have been. A year earlier, that sentence might have opened something in me. Now it only revealed him more clearly.
I turned to the nurse standing near the stroller.
“Could you take them into Consultation Room Three?” I asked.
She nodded. “Of course, Dr. Sinclair.”
Connor frowned. He hated hearing people defer to me. He had always preferred me uncertain.
“This is ridiculous,” he said.
“It’s private,” I replied. “You just asked for that.”
