At 7:45 Monday morning, I pulled into the parking lot of the dental office.
I sat in my car for a minute, holding the steering wheel.
I’d parked in that same lot for almost seven years. Same brick building. Same windows facing the street.
Nothing there had changed.
Everything else in my life had.
My phone buzzed. Paige.
You okay?
I’m at work, I wrote back.
Proud of you. Call me tonight.
I smiled for the first time all morning.
Then I put my phone away and walked inside.
Dr. Bennett was already in her office. She looked up when I came in. Then she quietly closed her door.
“Natalie. I heard the wedding didn’t happen.”
I nodded.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Do you need some time off?”
Part of me wanted to go home, close the curtains, and stay in bed until it stopped hurting.
But another part of me wanted to be right here. Where I knew exactly what I was supposed to do.
“I’d rather work,” I said. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay.” She hesitated. “We can push our conversation about the promotion back. There’s no rush.”
I looked at the folder sitting on her desk.
I’d worked for this for years. I stayed late learning the patient management system. I took insurance billing courses at night. I trained three new employees. I helped reorganize the whole schedule when the practice expanded.
Nobody handed me this.
I earned it.
“Actually,” I said, “I’d like to talk about it now.”
Dr. Bennett smiled.
“All right.”
We went over everything. Staff schedules. Vendor contracts. Insurance compliance. Training. The raise. Management classes she’d pay for over the next year.
Then she asked me if I still wanted the job.
And I thought about Seth standing in that fellowship hall, saying it like it was already decided.
She’s leaving the dental office.
I looked at Dr. Bennett.
“Yes,” I said. “I do.”
She reached across the desk and shook my hand.
“Congratulations, Natalie.”
I thanked her without crying.
But a few minutes later, alone in the staff bathroom, I stood at the sink and laughed at myself and wiped my eyes.
My wedding was gone. The future I’d spent three years picturing was gone.
But I hadn’t lost everything.
And I wasn’t going to give up something I’d worked this hard for just because Seth thought my time belonged to him.
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