The office phone’s voicemail light blinks at me. Three more messages to return, then I can go home. I pick up the next patient chart…
baby, you can write
The office phone’s voicemail light blinks at me. Three more messages to return, then I can go home. I pick up the next patient chart…
The red Rambler sedan hugged the mountain as Daddy navigated the serpentine roads of eastern Kentucky. When the road curved back on itself, I vomited…