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“I don’t know. I’m sure there is a line of people wanting to do that. She’s a horrible woman.”
“I will punish you in front of her, Mercedes. Understand that.”
“And if you do that, I will never forgive you. You understand that.”
“So be it.” I carry the tray to the bed and set it on the nightstand, then push her blanket off. “Up.”
“Why?”
“I will help you to the bathroom, then I need to go, and you need to get some sleep.”
“I’m fine.” She tries to cover herself again.
I take her wrist. “Up, Mercedes.”
“Fine.” She moves more slowly this time and leans into me as we walk into the bathroom. Once we’re inside, she turns to me and raises her eyebrows.
I raise mine, too, and lean against the doorframe, folding my arms across my chest.
“Oh, no. I’m not going to the bathroom while you stand there.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Judge—”
“It’s either me or Miriam. You can’t get out of bed on your own. You could fall, hit your head again.”
“I didn’t hit my head! She threw...” But she stops, makes a sound like it’s pointless, then pulls down her panties and sits on the toilet to pee.
I look away, giving her that little bit of privacy. When she’s done, she flushes, washes her hands, and shoves me off when I try to hold onto her to take her back to bed. She climbs in herself and lies down, giving me her back.
“I need to take care of this missing persons report. You will remain in my room. In my bed. Do you understand?”
Nothing.
I lean down so my face is inches from hers. The things I’m feeling right now, the betrayal, it’s strange. And more painful than I imagined it could be.
“Do you understand?” I ask again.
“Yes. Just do me one favor and lock the door so that woman doesn’t come in here and smother me in my sleep.”
I straighten and draw a deep breath in. “I’m trying to help you, but you’re so fucking tiring sometimes, you know that?”
She turns her head so she’s looking up at me, dark eyes misty. “You mean I’m not worth the trouble, right?”
“That’s not—”
“Don’t bother. It’s fine. I understand. Just go.”
“Mercedes—"
“What the hell do you want from me?” she snaps, sitting up, squeezing her eyes shut with the swift movement. It takes all I have not to go to her. A part of me hates watching her like this.
“What I want is for you to be the woman you try so fucking hard to hide. I see her. You think I don’t, but I do.”
She shakes her head. “You’re mistaken. There’s no other, better woman. And you’re right. I’m not worth the effort. So just please get the fuck out of my sight and let me rest.” She drops back down, and I know this is done. For now. Her phone is still on the bed, and I pocket it, then walk out the door and lock it, leaving instructions she’s not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Because I don’t want Miriam going in there.
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