He went through the motions, treated patients, responded to friends and employees, but inside he was shell-shocked.He still couldn’t understand what had happened that night. One minute, Cheyenne declared her love and the next she’d walked out. Other than a voice message on the office machine tendering her resignation effectively immediately, he hadn’t been able to make contact. All his phone calls went unanswered. He’d driven by the motel a couple of times, too, but if she’d been home, she’d pretended otherwise.He’d even stooped to telephoning Kitty, but all the motel proprietor could tell him was that Cheyenne seemed okay. How could she be okay when he was destroyed?She wasn’t okay. He knew as surely as he knew the precise dosage of rabies vaccine. Something was deeply wrong in Cheyenne’s world and if she would only let him in, with God’s help, they could fix it.Usually, he loved his job but today the stream of dogs and cats had seemed endless. Add to that the stares and concerned glances of his employees, their whispers when they thought he wasn’t listening, and he’d been ready to throw up his hands and quit.He had been relieved when the day was finally over.With a weary sigh, he collapsed on the sofa, and rubbed work-roughened hands over his face.Soft footfalls stirred the carpet.“Want to talk about it, son?”“No point.”“Sometimes talking helps to clear the air.”
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