Excuses to snoop

It’s only been a handful of days since Corrigan’s return but to my reeling suspicions it seems like forever. My intuition’s has me itchy and listless. Deep in the back of my mind, always nagging, that boy, that room; I hardly know how I concentrate on my own patients.

I’m finding excuses to snoop everyday: checking the scheduling book when Sarah’s at lunch to see when Corrigan will be out of the office next; carefully questioning the other doctor’s about the patients they’ve picked up; I even stooped to “accidentally” dropping something in the trash so I could pick up something that Corrigan dropped in there (it was a receipt).

I find myself wishing for his next scheduled departure. I know my mind will not rest until I find the answers for which I am searching.