I just finished the discharge procedures when I received a call from Jacob. "Where are you? I'll pick you up for dinner later."
I knew that he was unilaterally announcing the end of the cold war.
"No, we are done."
"Abby, don't make a scene. I've been busy these days and ignored you. I'm going to take you to eat delicious food. Baby, let's meet first, okay?"
He made it easy for me to oblige him every time he kept a low profile to coax me.
Since I couldn't explain it clearly over the phone, I would break up with him face to face.
"I am in the hospital," I replied.
"I’ll be there in half an hour. Wait for me," he said in an insistent tone.
My legs were numb and my lower abdomen was swelling after I stood at the entrance of the hospital for half an hour.
The hospital was too cool with the air conditioning on, and it would have left me sick for I just had a miscarriage half a month ago.
I thought that he might have been delayed by a traffic jam, so I could only sit on the flower bed under the big tree and wait in the hot summer.
He didn’t appear until it was dark and he didn't answer my phone.
I was afraid that he would get distracted by our break-up and get into a car accident on the way.