Sophie sat in the dental chair, swinging her feet nervously. I held her hand, trying to reassure her, but she barely responded.
Michael stood near the window, checking his phone every few seconds.
He hadn’t asked the dentist a single question about the X-ray.
He hadn’t asked whether Sophie was going to be all right.
He seemed concerned about something else entirely.
And that frightened me more than anything.
Dr. Nathan Bennett returned carrying a tablet. He looked at the screen for several seconds before turning it toward the light.
His expression tightened.
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