“I didn’t,” I hiccup, offering her my hand. “I’m Everlynne.” “Everlynne . . . ?” She wants credentials. Doesn’t take my offered hand. “His fiancée.” I turn my empty hand just so, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. “His fiancée?” she repeats. “Yes.” “Interesting.” “Why?” Dr. Sarah doesn’t look so friendly anymore. “Because I’m his girlfriend.”
