After Mr. Atkins left Dr. Moore's private office, I jumped out of the chair in the lobby area. He looked troubled by the talk, so I spoke up. "Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?"
Mr. Atkins expression softened as he looked down at me. He reached out and patted my head, similar to how you would pat a dog on the head. Normally I would be wary of the contact, but this was Mr. Atkins. I trusted him. And his family. "Nah. Nothing to do with you. Dr. Moore just had something adult related to speak to me about."
I nodded. "Oh. Are we going home now?"
He smiled, and led me out of the office. "Yep. Mary already has dinner ready, I'm sure. They must be waiting for us so we can eat together."
