Page 35 of Mistaken Identity
The doctor opened his mouth to say more, likely to call me on my bullshit, but I left before he could.
The moment we were outside, I said, “What brought you into the parking lot to even see my car?”
Not that I cared.
I was happy to help anytime he needed it.
And maybe should’ve been offering my help from the start.
I was such a bad person.
“Doctor’s next door.” He looked green. “She has yet another ear infection.”
I looked at the poor girl. “Did you get some Tylenol and ibuprofen into her?”
“Yeah, and was picking her script up when I happened to look over and saw you here. I need to tell him.”
My brows rose. “Now?”
“Her doctor wants medical history of the father.” He looked sick. “She’s showing signs of hereditary issues that he thinks might shine some light on a few other things we’ve noticed, too.”
“What other things?”
“She has sight issues that he thinks she needs to go see a doctor for. She’s showing signs of also having hearing issues that might or might not be related to her ear infections.”
“Damn,” I murmured as I patted Lottie on the back. “Well, let’s go.”
He looked at me with startled eyes.
The last thing I wanted to do was admit to more failures today, but seeing the terrified look in Audric’s eyes had me putting my own issues behind me and being there for a man I once called friend.
“I’ll go with you,” I said. “Explain what I know.”
He looked like I’d just offered him a lifeline in the middle of him drowning.
“You will?” he breathed.
“Of course,” I said.
He looked at the door of the office I’d just come out of, reading the nameplate on the door, then looked at me. “A psychiatrist?”
I loosened the tie on my hair, causing a few errant curls to break free.
The relief on my scalp was instantaneous, and the headache that’d been forming at the base of my scalp instantly relented.
“Someone else started sharing their own issues lately, so I thought it was time to face mine.”
His lips twitched. “I’m glad. It’ll be helpful to see someone to talk about your feelings. You have a lot of them.”
I snorted.
That was an understatement.
Then again, he would know better than most about all the shit swirling around in my life.
“Your car or mine?” he asked.
I gestured toward his. “You have the car seat.”
