I hung up right after mocking her, but she called me again right after. "What was that all about? You heard him! He was a mess! He could've died!"
I snickered. "Really? And what was the doctor's verdict?"
"The doctor—" Sophie paused for a while, and when she next spoke, she didn't sound as tough as she was. "The doctor said he's weak and needs rest."
"Which means he would've been fine with or without your help, correct?"
The silence that followed was longer. About half a minute later, she explained, "I-I was panicking, so—"
"Save it. I understand," I interrupted. "And I've left the wedding invitation on the table. Come over if you can. You know the couple, and they're dying to see you on their big day."
That made Sophie ease up a lot, and she calmly said, "No thanks, I'll skip. I'm busy."
"Suit yourself." I hung up.
Sylvie called me while I was on the way back to my childhood home. "I'll be back tomorrow. Are you excited to see me?"
Finally!
I happily answered, "Of course. I'
