Ninety-One

Iris

A knock on my bedroom door broke my concentration. I was playing chess with Justin, and he was explaining the rules of the game to me, teaching me about the different pieces like the king, queen, knight, and their various moves.

One of the maids came to inform me that my meditation instructor was waiting for me. I got off the bed, and Justin followed me downstairs.

I was expecting a middle-aged man, just like the other doctors treating me, but I was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman, about my age, with long raven hair that reached her waist and an amazing cologne.

“I'm Yolanda. It's a pleasure to meet you, Iris,” she smiled warmly as we did our introductions. I noticed she was subtly staring at Justin, and Justin, on the other hand, looked highly uncomfortable, as if he was both shy and in awe of her presence.

His reaction amused me at first, and I made a mental note to joke about it later while I tried to focus on the task at hand.

Yolanda gestured for me to sit down on