The Receptionist’s Limits
We went to the clinic again, hoping for something more. This time, the receptionist seemed a bit more relaxed.
‘I remember Sarah visiting,’ she nodded, then hesitated. ‘But you know I can’t tell you much.’ I gave a soft sigh, catching the hint.
Privacy rules were a hard wall to climb. Leaving the clinic, Mike and I exchanged glances, feeling the burden of unanswered questions weighing on us still.