Bigger: Part Three
- Hamlin
- Jun 23
- 5 min read
The clinic was in a strip mall between a vape shop and a tanning salon, but inside it looked exactly like Shawn’s idea of a medical office: cold, white, and humming with a low-frequency anxiety that set his teeth on edge. He checked in with the front desk, mumbled his name, and sat in the waiting room, which smelled like Lysol and ancient carpet. He did not read the pamphlets.
