Willow
DOMINIK AND I SPEND THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS FINDING A NEW routine. He's agreed to not press me for an answer to his proposal while I think about it.
I still don't feel right about pretending we're engaged when technically I haven't agreed yet, but this fake relationship clearly isn't fake anymore. I continue working at the clinic, making myself useful. I also enjoy getting to know everyone, young and old. Cornelia has no problem giving me low-level grunt work, everything from sorting supplies to wiping children's snotty noses to helping the elderly pack members sort out their prescriptions into pill cases. The days are usually busy, always different, and leave me feeling like I've actually done something to help someone. In the few text replies that I do get, Dad assures me that he's doing fine, that he's close to tracking down and destroying the last bit of data that could be used to re-create the collar. I tell him that I'll be able to visit him once he's done.
