Chapter 41

The end of January greeted me with the imminent arrival of my twenty-seventh birthday.

On January 24, he would celebrate another year of life.

I said that I was not interested in a meeting; if I was lucky they would grant my wish and do nothing at all. It wasn't because I felt any discomfort from the surgery, but because, although I was in a better mood, I didn't think it warranted a celebration.

Dempsey went back to work and I went back to the apartment. At first, he loved my independence, but I recognize that he could be a bit of a loner.

So, in an attempt to keep my mind busy, I thought I'd take out the baby stuff I bought, and find a place to donate.

It was not a good idea. I ended up crying like an idiot in my room.

It was the reason I was standing outside Dempsey's office, waiting for a meeting to end to see him.

The secretary insisted that I could call him or wait for him in his office, but I didn't want to go that far. It was enough for her to barge into her workday, to dispos