My old habit of self-tormenting by watching these clips had taught the algorithm to keep recommending them.
I immediately clicked "not interested" and then announced on social media that I was quitting the industry.
A call from an unknown number came in. When I answered, a tired male voice spoke. "Claire, stop being so stubborn … "
I hung up and blocked the number in one swift motion.
The doctor said my recovery was going well and I could be discharged in two weeks.
Excited, I booked a flight to the Maldives and started researching travel guides online.
I felt a joy I'd never experienced, as if a long-standing knot in my heart had finally untied.
Since I hung up on Simon, a bouquet has appeared in my hospital room daily.
But he didn't seem to know I was allergic to lilies.
Wendy tossed the bouquet aside, her expression stern as she informed the delivery man, "Better late than never doesn't apply here. She's almost recovered, why did he have to cause trouble now?"
That day, I got another apology from an unknown number and as usual, I blocked it.
On the day of my discharge, the sun was shining and a small cat was lazily enjoying the shade of a tree.