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Greyson walks off, and I head to the lab where it’s quiet.
Wendy and Byron are a sweet couple from what I’m told. One that has entrusted me to give them the one thing they want most. She’s been through hell and back, lost everything, and now wants a slice of heaven.
She also scares the shit out of me.
What if this doesn’t work?
What if I fail, will it set me back?
I’ve been so happy, and Quinn and I have settled into our new life with ease. There have been tense times, but thanks to Carolina, we’re finding that we can communicate so much better.
She’s taught me a lot about myself and what I need to do to get through it.
I grab my phone and send him a text.
Me: I’m worried. I’m apparently meeting the couple for the case I came here for.
Quinn: You’re going to do fine.
Me: I wish I had your confidence.
Quinn: You do, you have to believe it. However, I’m happy to leave work for a noon-er and give you any “confidence” I got.
I burst out laughing.
Me: The lab is a sterile environment.
Quinn: You have patient rooms.
You know, it would be kind of fun. I shake my head, wondering what the hell is wrong with me? I just got this job officially and I’m thinking of screwing my boyfriend for confidence.
Me: I’ll take your “confidence” later tonight.
Quinn: Now I’m hard.
Me: You’re always hard.
Quinn: That’s because I’m always thinking of you.
Me: I love you.
Quinn: I look forward to you showing me exactly how much later.
I roll my eyes and put my phone away right in time for Carolina to knock on my door.
“And what are you smiling at?”
“Quinn.”
She grins. “I’m heading down to meet Wendy and Byron, want to walk with me?”
I nod. “Sure.”
While I would love to believe this is just her being sweet and not wanting to walk alone, I’ve learned that everything she does is a teaching moment. I only see her once a week now, and our session feels more like two friends talking than anything else. We laugh a lot, and she even brought a bottle of wine the last time.
I’m not sure I’m still allowed to be a patient—or that I ever really was—but I love her dearly.
She’s nothing like my other friends. It’s a much more mature relationship, and over the last two weeks, our conversations have become much less one-sided.
