By: C. S. Warner
Until We Meet Again
“Vera, I have some news.” Doctor Ashlan’s voice sounded shaky through the phone.
“Go on,” she urged; a nervous feeling bubbled in the pit of her stomach.
“Doctor Spencer, the man you were asking about, was brought in with gunshot wounds.... He didn’t survive.”
“Damn it…” she sounded more angry than upset as her mind raced to Jeffrey. The news meant he might not be getting any monetary damages after all. “Thank you. I’ll let my uncle know.”