#Chapter 15 Doubt

Mira “My what?” I stuttered. Dominic raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh my god, did I really forget my own birthday?” I put my head in my hands, ashamed and feeling stupid. So much had happened in the past week that I barely knew my own name, let alone what day it was. “How did you know?” I asked Dominic. “Forgive me,” he lowered his eyes, “but before choosing you I did have to look up information about you. Obviously your date of birth was included in the file.” “Oh, right,” I kept my voice calm, wondering what else he’d learned about me, and about my past. “Open it,” Dominic said, interrupting my thoughts by sliding the box across the table. I carefully undid the bow, and opened the heavy box. Inside was a sparkling set of high-end surgical tools, so new I could see my reflection in the scalpel. “I wasn’t sure what sort of things you liked,” Dominic explained, “but I know you love your profession. I hope these are useful for you.” “They’re perfect!” I exclaimed lou