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Xay: So you really ignoring me?

I almost laughed out loud.

Yes.

Yes the fuck I was.

Heather had also texted me to meet her for food later because apparently she was getting stir crazy staying in the house.

I flipped my phone facedown.

“Avery?”

I looked toward the back.

One of the assistants leaned through the doorway.

“Dr. Q said his one o’clock canceled and Mrs. Peterson can go back.”

“Got you.”

I stood.

“Mrs. Peterson?”

An older woman grabbed her purse and headed toward the back.

I sat down again.

The front door opened.

“Good afternoon,” I said automatically, eyes still on the screen. “How can I⁠—”

I looked up.

My smile disappeared.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Xay stood on the other side of the glass entrance door.

Gray construction hoodie.

Work pants.

Boots.

Hands in his pockets.

Looking directly at me.

Then this motherfucker smiled.

I got up so fast my chair rolled backward.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

The older lady sitting in the waiting room looked over.