16. Suspicious

"Are you ready?" I turn to Lucien, standing by the balcony of my hospital room, his phone in his hand. It is my last day at the hospital, finally deemed fit for discharge. Although from the conversations that I overheard, they never really settled on a diagnosis for me since all of my tests were normal. The only thing they haven't ruled out is a psychological disorder. And so far, Lucien hasn't brought up the subject with me yet, no doubt finding the right moment for it. So for now, I am good to go.

"Leave your bags. I'll have some porters carry them to the car." Lucien says, his fatherly smile on. But it doesn't fool me. Inside, I know his brain is working full-time in trying to gauge the right time to ask me to go to a psychiatrist. I mentally send him a message of defiance.

"Thanks." I return his smile tightly, then ask, "Where's Seb?"

"Oh, didn't they tell you? He's at our country club with Kier and the others. Apparently, they planned some sort of tournament for the weekend. S