Chapter 5

He passed the hardware and grocery stores, both separate buildings. Next came the row of businesses. A strip mall, though that wasn’t what they’d been called several decades ago when they’d been built. More like an old time Main Street that he’d seen in Wild West movies, with businesses adjoining one another and a long, wooden walkway in front. An overhang protected people from the bright sun or the falling rain during their shopping spree in the sector. Small stores made up the line. Clothing and garment repair, glassware, a boot place, and a vet who, from what Donovan understood, split his time between Forgotten and his main office in Cheyenne. A tiny tea room took up the end spot. They had sandwiches, too. Pretty tasty in his opinion.

He stepped off the end of the walkway, turned a corner, and was at his destination. After quickly scanning the writing on the door, which simply read, ‘Doctor,’ he walked in.

“Can I help you?”