I was still at work when the doctor from the hospital called — Noah’s mother had taken a bad turn. My heart didn’t even flinch. Not because I didn’t care, but because I was already exhausted by everything that carried Noah’s name.After work, I drove straight there. The smell of antiseptic and despair hit me the moment I walked in, a little bit different to ours. The doctor said her inflammation had worsened with her blood pressure too.“Emma,” she whispered when she saw me. Her voice was paper-thin. “I’m sorry I made you come when you’re busy.”“Do you want me to call Noah?” I asked, setting the fruit basket and water I brought beside her bed.“No, don’t bother,” she sighed. “He can’t do anything… no need to worry about him.”I took a glance at her then back to the flow regulator of the drip attached to her hand. “I'll leave once I see you fall asleep,” I said quietly. My voice carried a tone I didn’t intend — cold, restrained, tired.Since I’ve entered, there were no smiles on my f
I headed back upstairs to wash and get myself clean again, suppressing my pale face with cold water. I got dressed, not even having the energy or feeling like going to work again. My body ached as if I had carried a week’s worth of heartbreak on my shoulders.So, I settled down on the chair trying to rest my nerves since the cooling water I splashed on myself didn't do much or reduce the pain in my heart. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and my face looked composed, but inside, I was unraveling — thread by thread.I didn't know what to do again at this point. I wanted him to confess to me and maybe I could find a way to forgive him despite knowing the pain won't leave but I thought if he had said the truth, I might later forget it after a long time.But then, a thought crawled into my mind.If he wouldn’t confess, I would make him.I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling so badly that I almost dropped it. The screen unlocked at the sight of my face. I tapped Amara’s contac
So this morning, William has gone early to school and I'm also preparing myself for work. I sat alone at the dining table still thinking about how I would confront and ask Noah, but I didn't know how to ask him. I didn't know how to say it or what to start with that would take us to reach there.Still lost, his figure appeared from the staircase as he was coming down to the dining room. The appearance of his figure caused my heart to race as if I had done something bad to him in secret.I couldn't avoid looking at his face when he asked me as he placed his car key on the table before settling down.“Where is William?”“He left for school early with a friend,” I replied having some out of the coffee trying to build my courage.“How's the movie coming along?” I asked, setting my question in motion.“The investor requested a revised scenario. Other than that hassle, things are fine,” he replied, taking a bite from the bread.I let my gaze at him, watching him in silence as he eats, my mi
“One more thing.” I kept my voice flat, careful. “I need a urine sample.”Her face was drained of color.For the second time since she walked in, she looked afraid and that gave me my first breath of relief.She rolled her eyes at me secretly, not knowing I had caught them with a blaze of annoyance burning in them. She let her bag drop to the chair and took the disposable cup. Her fingers squeezed it so hard the plastic creaked. She walked into the restroom and slammed the door.A hot chill of sweat covers my face. I exhaled hard as if my breath had been held for 10 minutes. I could feel my head aching already, from the pumpers that I could discover after I ran the test and I pray everything will be negative.I have been pacing through with my heavy heart racing hard for about 10 minutes since she entered and hasn’t come out. I reached for the wall and leaned against it, resting my trembling body against and I saw my reflection in the mirror in front of me.I march forward to it. My
She sank into the chair opposite me, her voice barely a whisper. “My mom said I should come see you.”I could tell from her tone that she didn’t want to be here.“Okay. What’s been bothering you?” I asked.“The aches I have refused to go away,” she mumbled her voice cracked.I straightened myself up and marched to the tool set. After assessing her head, I reached for the artery thermometer and confirmed it.“For how long?” I asked, retreating from her head.“I think it’s been about two or three weeks,” she answered, and I could feel the numbness in her voice of not wanting to answer another question.“I need to lift up your top,” I said, pulling her closer to myself to hear her heartbeat with a stethoscope.I could feel the irritated look she was giving me as if I was the one who forced her here. But can I blame her? If not Noah that has made me less.“Are you sexually active?” I asked pulling my chair to the other side of my table to document something.She scoffed at my question, t
Amara left feeling shameful and embarrassed towards herself. But before she left, she logged into her instagram account. Her hands trembled slightly as she shoved her phone at me.Isabella’s page.Dozens of pictures.Noah’s arm around her waist, his smile bright, his eyes lit in a way they hadn’t been for me in months.I stared, jaw locked, eyes burning. Her attempt to redeem herself only made the ache sharper.But as soon as Noah entered, she took her leave. He was more drunk than I have ever seen, very reek of whiskey, tie loosened, grin careless and anything I couldn’t name. And I could see he really enjoyed himself out there without having to bother about being caught by me.I spent the night on the couch, my head pressed to the armrest, my skin stinging from his earlier outburst. Sleep came in broken pieces.***So early this morning, I received a message that I should report to the hospital over a sudden incident and I have to leave my personal problem as it is part of the agree