“He did,” Brenda said.

“He turned in the paper forms at the front desk during the urgent care visit.”

“I’d like to see it.”

Brenda straightened her lanyards again, the plastic ID badge tapping against the counter.

“I can only show you the digital summary up here,” she said.

“You’ll have to go down to Medical Records on the ground floor and request the original paper file.”
I picked up the fake appointment slip.

Its edges were curling from the sweat on my palm.