“It was official the moment she saved the billing database,” Dr.

Bennett said.

She walked out to the hallway to open the waiting room doors for the eight-thirty appointments.

“The clinic is in better hands today than it was four weeks ago,” Dr.

Bennett said.

I saved the updated billing logs, locked my top desk drawer, and picked up my briefcase to start the morning staff meeting.

At half past five that afternoon, Paige pushed open the front door of my sunny new two-bedroom apartment on High Street.

She carried a heavy cardboard box labeled kitchen supplies into the entryway.