A slap on the back takes me off guard and I turn to face Phillip. “I’m glad I caught you.” “I needed some food.” “Looks like you need sleep.” I shrug and look deeply into my coffee. There aren’t any immediate answers on the shiny surface. I guess I assume Phillip will sit because I’m not surprised when he does. “It’s nice to see you here. This is where you belong, George.” Phillip continues talking but I only half listen. I’m numb. I don’t know what to think or feel. I can’t imagine Gigi’s father had anything to do with her attack, but… I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt Gigi. “Have you considered reopening your practice at all during the years?” I jerk at the question. “Not really. I don’t think the AMA would be very supportive of that decision.” “I’d support you. Others would too. We know you got a bad rap, and what happened to you could have happened to any of us.” I nod, believing him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, George.”
