Bennett patted my shoulder.

“Thank you,” I said, my fingers lingering on the cool brass edge of the plaque.

Dr.

Bennett smiled and went back to her office to go over next week’s billing schedule.

“You earned every inch of that desk,” Paige said, crossing her arms by the door.

“Saturday morning coffee is still on,” I told her, picking up my pen to log the last patient appointment.

By ten o’clock the next morning, I was sitting at a square wooden table in the High Street Coffee Shop with a hot mug between my hands.