Up until yesterday, I had thought that even if Jack was tired of me and having an affair with Ivy, he would still mourn my death.
However, that was a pipe dream. He told his friend that he feared I would hang myself at home.
It was at that time I realized that no one in this world really cared about me.
However, that was fine too. I could leave this world without any guilt.
"Dr. Robertson, I think we’ll need to end our consultation sessions a little early," I said as I set down my spoon and pulled a diagnosis report from my coat pocket.
"The cakes are probably delicious, but I can’t really taste them anymore. I’m sorry for wasting your kindness."
Dr. Robertson's expression froze for a moment, then his head snapped up to look at me.
"Have you gone for a second opinion? Maybe it’s a misdiagnosis. I know some specialists, that can help you. I can take you right now!" He started to stand up.
"It’s not a misdiagnosis," I said firmly and reached my hand across the table to stop him.
After talking for a while, I managed to make him sit down again.
We sat in silence for a while until a familiar voice broke the tension.
"Lucy, what are you doing here?"