Vanessa’s despair began to shift, replaced by a steely resolve. Wiping away the last of her tears, she called Dr. Henderson’s clinic and talked to his receptionist, her voice firm. “I need Dr. Henderson’s address,” she demanded, her determination unwavering.
The receptionist hesitated for a moment, but hearing Vanessa’s steely tone, she relented, relaying the address to her over the phone. “Let’s go, We need to find this man” she said to Samantha, her tone brooking no arguments.