Sinclair Apothecary's entrance.
The elderly doctor sat at the entrance fanning himself with a palm fan.
For every passing vehicle, he would glance multiple times until he saw a familiar license plate, and his gaze fixed straight onto the car window.
Claire Prescott sat in the back seat, looking at him through the car window, feeling a bit hesitant to get out.
Yet.
The man next to her reached out to open the car door, and she quickly stopped him, pretending to be calm as she said, "It's fine to drop me off here, I'll get out by myself."
Keane Lowell captured the worry in her eyes, speaking gently, "Your grandfather said I should personally bring you back to see him at Sinclair Apothecary. It wouldn't be good to stand him up."
This morning, her phone was left on the downstairs sofa, ringing continuously from eight-thirty, first from Tiger, and then from the elderly doctor.
The elderly doctor was concerned, as it was a significant issue for his granddaughter.
