Hold the moan Stories

“Beth?” the front desk assistant called. I stood with my bubbly smile, “Yes?” “The doctor will see you now,” the assistant said. I put my cell phone away in my small pink purse and exited the waiting area for the back halls of the doctor’s office. It was February 14th, and everything was decorated in this office. Mini stuffed bears sat on the assistant’s desk, the walls were covered in pink, red, and yellow hearts like a...