James
I stand in the middle of my living room, confused as to why my wife and daughter both ran up the stairs and locked themselves in the room. I automatically think the worst is happening, but Cali asked me not to follow them and to make lunch. How can she just request that when clearly something is wrong. My girls don't act this way, ever. Now that I think about it, she didn't even take my call after the appointment. She just texted that she was real busy helping Rae and that she would see me at home.
I quickly dial Dr. Hartonian's number while I unload the grocery bags. "Well, hello James. That took longer than I expected," she chuckles. "Hello Doctor. I was just wondering why my wife and my daughter are acting weird? What happened in your office today? Is something wrong with my da
