Chapter 165 Hailey

• The clock on the wall struck four o’clock, the chime sounding like a death knell in Dr Haileys office. Hailey smoothed her skirt for the tenth time, her palms damp as she stood by the door.
• She heard the heavy footsteps in the corridor, the distinct cadence of Rayden’s stride paired with the lighter, more hesitant tap of heels.
• She took a breath, composed her face into a mask of professional neutrality, and opened the door.