CHAPTER 234

“Thanks for coming with me, Mum,” Dianna said.

“Will he be much longer?”

They were sitting in the waiting room for the doctor, who was running late…as usual. Dianna’s doctor was great, but because he was great and took time with each patient—more time than the allotted ten-minute appointment time—he was perpetually late.

“He shouldn’t be too much longer,” Dianna said with a sigh. “You don’t have to stay. I can just text you when I’m ready to go home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fran said. “I’m here now. I may as well hear what he has to say.”

Dianna held in a sigh. She wouldn’t have called her mother, except she was in too much pain to drive herself. It wasn’t a flare-up, or at least she didn’t think it was. This was just the typical pile-on that happened when she got her period. There was a reason women were told not to schedule waxing or tattoo appointments when their period was due…it hurt more. And this doctor’s appointment was just one of her usual check-ups.