Capítulo 87: PTSD

Public parking was scarce in Cambridge. Claire had to find a nearby lot where the amount you paid depended on how long you were parked there and the two of them walked to Dr. Wagner's office from there.

Alex followed after her like some sort of shadow and she forced herself to remain calm as she addressed the receptionist that cheerfully asked if she had an appointment. "No…I'm here to see Steve Wagner. Ray Jorgensen sent me."

The woman's professionalism cracked and obvious confusion showed on her face. Clearly she had never dealt with anything like this before. "Uh…just a moment. Let me call him for you. Please take a seat."

Alex followed Claire obediently to the waiting area. The receptionist did her best to be discreet but she was still slightly audible to her untrained ears. Alex probably heard the whole thing a lot more clearly than she did.