A Letter

Glen was a capable doctor, but he didn't know every last secret of the human body.

When it came to mental health in particular, I had to admit that even an ordinary person like me knew more than he did.

So for those two days, all Glen did was make sure I took a potion to calm my mind and body with every meal.

In other words, we just hung out.

“Hung out? I did my share of work, you know. Yaaawn—sorry. I did work hard, in my own way. Do you know how much trouble I went through making that?”

He did look incredibly tired and worn out.

But it wasn't from working.

Derek and I both looked at the source of our troubles without even needing to say a word.

At the person who'd barged in with all the confidence in the world and was sipping tea as if she owned the place.

“What? Is there something on my face?”...