>Mallory
I stood in the hallway with Dr. Chesten, everything seeming to stand still, the soft glow from the lights spilling through the open door behind us. My brain felt like it was rebooting on its own.
"E-excuse me?" I asked when I finally managed to get a question out.
"Oh? Did it surprise you?" he chuckled as he glanced toward the direction of my son, whose attention had turned back to his drawings, though every few seconds his eyes flicked toward us—making sure I hadn't drifted too far.
"I—I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you. I wasn't informed," I apologized, clasping my hands together in front of him.
I didn't even know this man was from Country P. There's very little the public knows about his background. So that's why my husband was able to hire him; last thing I checked, it was very hard to even get ahold of him.
