Dr. Harris sat behind his desk, sifting through his patient's chart and jotting down notes when the door to his office swung open. Startled, he looked up to see an unexpected figure standing in the doorway.
"Mr. Smith?" Dr. Harris exclaimed, his surprise evident in his voice as he recognized his unexpected client.
'What is he doing here in my clinic? I thought he never wanted to see my face ever again.' Dr. Harris pondered to himself.
"I'm glad you can still remember me, Dr. Harris. I came here to ask you something," Dominique said, a hint of urgency in his tone as he stepped further into the office.
"How can I forget you, Mr. Smith? You're the reason why I left York City and opened my own clinic here," Dr. Harris replied, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. "What do you want to know from me?"
