Rhett
Dr Maxwell cleared his throat and stepped between us, "Perhaps you two would like somewhere more private to talk? Not out here where everyone can hear you, and don't worry, I'll try to make sure no one repeats what they heard."
I swallowed hard and nodded. The woman claiming to be my mother nodded too, her eyes not leaving mine. "Yes," I said finally. "That would be good."
"Please," the woman also added, "thank you, Doctor."
Maxwell gestured for us to follow him and led us through the corridor to his office, a small but comfortable space with leather chairs and medical books lining the walls. He gestured for us to sit before quietly excusing himself, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Silence filled the room. I sat in one chair, she in another, and for what felt like forever, neither of us spoke. I studied her face, looking for something—anything—that would tell me if she was telling the truth. Did I have her nose? Her eyes? I couldn't tell.
