He rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, glaring at the four patients who had stopped filling out their forms.

“This isn’t over, Natalie,” Seth said, turning on his heel and shoving the heavy glass door open.

The glass door clicked shut behind him, leaving the lobby completely silent.

By ten o’clock, after the morning cleaning patients had been rescheduled, Dr.

Bennett called me into her corner office and shut the solid wood door.

She sat down behind her dark mahogany desk, took off her wire-rimmed reading glasses, and set them neatly beside her brass pen holder.

“I know Seth’s claims are completely made up, Natalie,” Dr.