I looked down at myself, trying to deduce if my clothes gave it away, but I wasn’t wearing anything doctor-y. “How did you know?” “Dr. Álvarez?” “Yes. Lena Álvarez.” “My grandfather is—” She said a name that sounded familiar but did not conjure up a specific man, rather a type, rich and old, with a big family of smiling pretties that call you Doctor with such reverence (because you’ve successfully saved their beloved elder) that you come to believe you’re someone important.
