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and with hands tucked nervously into the pockets of my dark jeans, I trekked into the hospital, it’s impressive glass entrance towering above me. It was quite beautiful, especially for being the exterior of a hospital.  
    I knew up to reception, my shoulders held back in a weak attempt at displaying some courage, and asked to see him.  
    “Do you have an appointment,” the lady asked, her white-out acrylic nails tapping away at the keyboard.
    “No,” I stammered. “But I need to see him today, it’s important.”
    “Mam, if you need urgent medical attention then we’ll call another doctor.”  
    I brushed it off. “It’s not medically urgent.”
    “Well, sorry then but he’s busy all day.”
    I said a quick thanks and stepped back, trying to come up with something, someway to get to him. A vaguely familiar looking blonde walked by me, her eyes pointed to the ground in front of her, a bandage stuck over her swollen nose. I watched her walk up to the desk and get directions straight to Blake.  
    For once, I felt like luck was finally on my side. I switched directions and kept pace behind the post-op blonde, the woman behind the desk staring straight at her computer like a falcon locked onto its prey. We took a few long hallways and one elevator to finally reach Blake’s office, where I quickly ducked into the bathroom just next door. I didn’t want to just barge in there like some crazy woman, I knew this needed to be handled with grace, like a delicate dance between two untrained ballerinas.
    I knew it wasn’t going to go well.
    I stayed in the stalls for about an hour, or at least that’s what it felt like, especially after I finished up the level I could never pass on Candy Crush. When I felt like it was finally safe to come out, I clicked open the stall and stepped out into the white lights of the hospital hallway.  
    It was empty.
    I pressed my ear against the door labeled, “DR. BLAKE EVANS” on a seemingly gold name badge. I heard a little movement, like shuffling of papers, but nothing that told me there was someone in there. My fingers closed around the doorknob and turned, pushing the door open and hearing a screech of surprise mixed with a grunt of confusion just as I saw Blake Evans with his face buried right in between the blonde girl’s thighs. I froze for a second, a second that felt like an hour, and slammed the door shut.  
    The blood in my body dropped down to my feet, sucking the life out of my brain and giving me the light-headed feeling that comes just before someone passes out. I held a shaky hand out and posted myself up against the white wall, trying to process what I just saw.
    First of all: I realized where I recognized that blonde from. She was that new host on the morning talk show, the one where everything got talked about but nothing ever really got resolved.  
    Second of all: I wasn’t the only one.
    It was a ridiculous thought, especially when laid out and really analyzed. I, as the cheater, expected myself to be a special little snowflake, the only one of his concubines that were in on his little secret. It was a sick thought process that seemed to have surfaced the moment I opened that door.  
    The rustling in the room got louder as hushed whispers carried out under the door, their worry apparent in their hurried speech. I couldn’t make out exactly what they said, but I did hear her ask if I would say anything. I couldn’t hear his answer, but I didn’t want to. I steadied myself and took another deep breath in. I was going to get through this and I wasn’t going to run, either. I was taking this asshole head on.
    The door clicked open and the blonde rushed out, her baseball cap pulled down much lower on her head, hiding her eyes this time. The bandage was gone, and I had to admit, it didn’t look bad. The asshole could do his job right at least.
    I walked in, not even waiting to be called. Blake sat there, behind his strong desk, the same one that was