(RAFFAELE'S POV)
Krystal and I leave the waiting area, following the nurse down a hallway lined with more frosted glass panels. At the end of the corridor, Mara stops at a door, opens it a few inches and leans in.
"Doctor, your patient is here," she says.
"Send them in," a voice replies.
The nurse fully opens the door and steps aside.
For a second, I hesitate at the doorway before stepping in. Krystal follows right behind me.
The doctor is already on her feet, walking toward us with a welcoming smile.
She looks like she's in her late forties. Her brown hair is pulled back in a tight bun, reading glasses pushed up on her head.
"Mr. Vipera," she says, extending her hand when she reaches me. "It's nice to meet you."
I shake it with my left hand. "Nice to meet you too."
She turns to Krystal.
"And you must be?"
"Christina," Krystal says with a smile as she shakes her hand. "But you can call me Krystal."
