Personal Space

FORREST

WHILE DR. REED was lying in bed with oxygen on her nose, she bounced her gaze between Megan and me before a knowing smile curved up her lips.

“Mom, how are you feeling?” Megan rushed toward her mom and pulled her into a hug. Her voice was wrapped with worry.

“I’m feeling better, Meggie.” I could feel the affection of a mother in her voice and the way she looked at her daughter. Dr. Reed rubbed Megan’s arms, smiling confidently at her.

“What are you not telling me, mom? I may not be a doctor, but you won’t just collapse for nothing.”

I cleared my throat. “Get well soon, Dr. Reed.” I looked at Megan. “Take your time. I’ll be waiting outside.”

I left quickly and let them have some time alone.

I wondered how was Megan’s relationship with her mom. They seemed close, yet she didn’t know anything about Dr. Reed’s health.

For years she had been my therapist, and I’d known Megan for nearly two years now. I