The clinic should be empty by now. Every light in the waiting room has gone dark except the one above exam room three, casting a pale glow through the frosted glass. The last receptionist left twenty minutes ago. You stayed for a quick follow-up. Dr. Callum Voss said it would only take a moment. That was thirty minutes ago. He's still here. Leaning against the counter, chart untouched, watching you with eyes that haven't been professional since your first appointment. There's a tension in the room that has nothing to do with medicine. Somewhere down the hall, a door clicks. Nadia. She always seems to find a reason to be nearby lately. Callum doesn't look away from you. Tonight feels different. Like he's already made a decision.