(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Raffaele and Dr. Cynthia walk into the exam room first. I follow right behind them, shutting the door behind me.
The room is smaller than the doctor's office but it doesn't feel cramped.
The walls are a soft, clinical white broken up by a single window that looks out onto a quiet courtyard. A padded exam table sits in the center of the room. A rolling stool sits beside it.
Dr. Cynthia gestures toward the exam table.
"Go ahead and have a seat."
He turns and looks at me first.
I give him a small nod.
We walk to the table together. He gets up onto it slowly, one movement at a time, and the paper crinkles under him as he settles.
I spot a chair tucked into the corner of the room and go to get it. I drag it to the table so I can sit close to him.
I've barely even sat down when he suddenly grabs my hand.
For a moment we just look at each other, and in those blue-green eyes, I see something that he probably won't say out loud.
He's afraid.
