The next day, Emily gently pushed open the glass door of the clinic, her fingertips pausing slightly on the handle—Uncle Mason should have been waiting outside at this time.
A vague sense of loss surged in Emily's heart as she surveyed the empty doorway.
She placed the reusable bag on the consultation desk, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the medical records there. Uncle Mason's prescription from last time was still tucked in there.
"Maybe... it's for the best."
She whispered to herself, her long eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes. After all, anyone would need time to process the fact that the elder they had tea and chatted with daily turned out to be the powerful Chief Officer.
Just as she was about to change into her white coat, the clinic door was pushed open violently.
Mr. and Mrs. Pond walked in, hunched and unrecognizable from the arrogant couple they were yesterday.
Mrs. Pond's clothes were wrinkled, her carefully styled curls messily draped.
