There was a reason I shouldn't be a parent. I sucked at responsibility, and it wasn't because I was an i***t; it was because I didn't care and people always cleaned up my messes. That card Dr. Duek gave me, the one I had promptly put in my purse, never made it back out. Meaning, I'd missed my appointment. The one he closed his entire office for.
Still oblivious to my faux pas when a random number displayed itself on my caller ID, I answered with the exuberance of any other day. "Hello?"
"Kate?" The gruff voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"Yes."
"It's Hale."
It took me a split second to recall who Hale was. "Hey, Hale. What's up?" For the life of me, I didn't remember giving him my number, but somehow, he had it and used it.
"Your appointment."
Fuck. I left hi
