Chapter 16

My supervisor put a set of keys on my desk and asked when I wanted to hold my first staff meeting at the new clinic. "You’re giving me the branch?" "I am. I told them you’d know what to do with it." I picked up the keys. One still had a paper tag looped through it with the address written in blue ink. I’d spent two months helping prepare the new location, fitting calls about chairs and schedules between my usual work. I knew which room got the morning light and which door stuck when...