“So. How’s couple life treating you?”
I roll my eyes.
“Great, thanks.”
“You and Finn are serious now, huh?”
“Yes.”
Cameron leans closer conspiratorially.
“So what’s next? Marriage?”
I nearly choke.
“We literally just got together. Calm down.”
“Maggie already pulled out her notebook,” Cameron warns.
My stomach tightens instantly.
“What?”
Connor laughs.
“We saw her writing in it last night. She had the conspirator face.”
I point at them both.
“You two seem awfully relaxed considering you’re probably next.”
The twins exchange horrified looks.
“What are you talking about?” Cameron asks.
“Now that I’m officially taken, Maggie’s moving on to the next victims.”
“The next victims?”
The twins look at each other again.
“Us,” they say together miserably.
I burst out laughing.
The medical clinicbarely resembles its old self anymore.
Finn watches me nervously while I take everything in.
Everything changed.
There’s a new plaque near the entrance now:
Dr. Finn McLeod.
Inside, the walls are painted the exact blue-gray shade I suggested. The furniture is modern, clean, functional. The horrifying neon-orange plastic chairs have been replaced with comfortable seating that no longer assaults innocent people’s retinas.
The photos of McKinnon are gone.
