“That sounds like a great idea,” Dr. Okafor says from the open hospital door. “You’re Neevah’s sister, I assume? I see the resemblance.”
Is there? I study Terry’s beautiful face. She was always the pretty one when we were growing up, so I didn’t try to compare us. I knew she’d win the face race, but it didn’t really matter. I loved my sister with an affection so deep it bordered on hero worship. When she betrayed that, the only way I could deal with it and the consequences was to cut her off completely. With our strident words still echoing in my ears, it’s apparent there’s just as much hurt and resentment in this room as there was in our living room over a decade ago.
“I’m glad to hear you want to help,” Dr. Okafor continues. “Can I ask how long you’re here?”
“I have three days before I have to get back to work,” Terry says. “And my daughter needs me. Her daddy . . .” Her wide eyes meet mine at the mention of Brandon.
“We can talk about testing. We can’t get it all done in three days,” Dr. Okafor says. “We can coordinate with labs and doctors in your home state, too, which is?”
“North Carolina,” Terry says.
“Good then,” Dr. Okafor says, a smile lighting her dark eyes. “Well, let’s get started.”