Once I reached my room, I expected Noah to follow or maybe even Mr. Atkins, but it was Dr. Moore that can by first. I had sat down on the bed, so to be more eye level with me, he had sat at the desk, facing me.
"You panicked." He stated calmly.
I felt the blood rush to my face, no doubt turning me red.
"Do you have any guesses as to why?"
I avoided eye contact.
"I like helping my patients come to their own conclusions, but I can sense that you already have an idea as to why you got upset and stormed out of there." Dr. Moore waited. "So, I'll say it first: you want to reject him before he rejects you."
"No!" I denied. "He already said we weren't brothers. I just now decided that it was okay not to be. I don't need him."
"I'm not saying you do." Dr. Moore said calmly.
My jaw clenched.
It was a long trip. I do not recommend traveling with senior citizens during a time of self-quarantine. Some of them just don’t understand what there is to worry about. Please look out for your grandparents everybody. Give them some hand sanitizer if you can and remind them to use it.
In other news, I want to give a shout out to infernox1. he’s the definition of a dedicated gift giver. No matter how long I’m gone for, he sends a gift. Pretty sure he’s a bot. Lol jk.