White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

tapping a steady, quiet rhythm against her leather planner.

“Martha, sweetie,” Beatrice said, her voice rising in that bright, practiced way she used for clients. “What brings you into the sanctuary today?”

“Well, now,” I said, stepping up to the desk. “I wanted to show you these spots before they get any worse.”

Beatrice leaned over continue reading …