Becoming Home

KELLAN’S POV

I stared at the ceiling for a full minute before finally dialing his number. Not because I wanted to. But because Piper would keep hovering until I did. The phone rang twice.

“Kellan?” Dr. Winslow answered. His voice was alert. No greeting. Just my name.

“Yeah, Good evening to you too,” I muttered, pressing the phone to my ear. “Got a minute?”

“Depends. Are you dying or being dramatic