When he’d called earlier in the week, he’d let her know that no one else knew that he had the results from her tests. Not even Julian.
After thinking about it, she’d decided that she wanted to hear the results by herself first. She needed to understand what it meant for her life before she told anyone else what the tests had revealed.
She glanced at the time on her phone, then opened her car door and got out. The morning was warm, though it was cloudy, and there was rain in the forecast for later in the day.
With measured steps, she made her way across the parking lot to the main doors of the large hotel.
When she stepped inside, Amelia glanced around. Dr. Donner had given her the room number for the suite where he and his assistant, Rachel, were staying, so she made her way over to the elevator.
The elegance of the hotel reminded Amelia of Ben and his family. This was the sort of place they’d fit into perfectly.
Although, her family was also involved with the hotel. Her aunt Kayleigh’s husband Hunter was the son of the owner of the resort. And Amelia had had her lessons with Lexi at the resort’s skating rink.
As she stepped into the elevator, Amelia pressed the button for the sixth floor. She clasped her hands tightly as the elevator rose smoothly.
In far too short a time, she was standing in front of the door to the suite.
God, please let this be good news.
Lifting her hand, she rapped on the door. When it swung open, Dr. Donner, the doctor who’d seen her in New York, stood there.
“Amelia,” he said with a warm smile. “It’s good to see you again. Please come in.”
He moved back, opening the door wider to allow her to step into the suite. Glancing around, she was reminded of the one she’d stayed at in New York.
Rachel, the nurse who had spent a considerable amount of time with Amelia during the testing in New York, was standing next to a table by a large glass window. She smiled in greeting as Amelia stepped further into the room.
“Let’s have a seat,” the doctor said, gesturing to the table.
There were two laptops sitting there, as well as a couple of file folders.
“Would you like some coffee?” Rachel asked. “And maybe a pastry?”
“Coffee would be nice, thanks,” Amelia said as she sat down in the chair the doctor indicated.
“Pastry?”
“No. I’m fine, thanks.”
Rachel set a stoneware mug in front of her, as well as a tray with cream and sugar on it.
Amelia poured some cream into her coffee, then added a bit of sugar. Her preference was still a mocha latte, but she’d drink regular coffee if she could add enough cream and sugar.
“Thank you for meeting with us,” the doctor said.
“Thankyoufor coming all this way.”
“We’re happy to do it,” the doctor said. “It’s best to do this face-to-face.”
“So bad news, huh?” Amelia asked as she wrapped her hands around the mug, hoping the warmth would chase the chill from her fingers.
The doctor’s face had given nothing away, but she supposed that he’d had to develop a poker face in his line of work.
“It’s not bad news necessarily,” he said. “But hopefully, it brings some clarity to your situation.”
She wanted clarity, but she also wanted answers and a cure for whatever it was that had wrecked her body. Somehow she had a feeling that she’d have to settle for clarity.
“So, did the tests show what I have?”
