Memories

Today had been a blur of patients. I don’t particularly remember names or faces; Simply the fact that I was here.

I’d rescheduled movie night, feigning illness from the heavy meal that Chris and I shared, but I’d spent the evening curled up in the scentless bed at my old condo. I didn’t want to be here, treating patients and faking a smile, but we were short-staffed since Dr. Orth was out sick.

My phone buzzed as I sat outside, sipping coffee on my lunch break.

“Mrs. Wood,” my lawyer addressed me. “I was just giving you a brief call to let you know that the motion has been filed and a date has officially been set. Next Thursday at eight am.” He hesitated a beat, “James was served about an hour ago and signed for his paperwork.”

It felt as if my heart shriveled up, and a gaping, empty canyon was all that was left. For a brief moment, I experienced what it would be like to have the love and adoration of James Wood. But like all good things, it seems they must come to an end.

“Th… Thank