Swallowing down bitterness, I type:
Brahms: What’s the noise I hear at night?
She doesn’t respond right away. I’m about to give up when the dancing dots appear.
Sephie: Your stomach growling? Birds? Crickets?
Brahms: I’m serious.
I have to restrain my irritation. She can be so obtuse when she wants to be.
Sephie: I sleep at night, so I wouldn’t know.
She doesn’t hear it? Is it my imagination? No, I clearly heard the noises.
Brahms: Someone was in the music room this time.
Sephie: It’s probably a ghost. Zane’s ghost telling you to pay for your crimes, or to leave the house.
I grit my teeth.
Brahms: Don’t start pulling shit like Ellington.
Sephie: What are you talking about? Ellington wasn’t here last night.
Brahms: Ellie swears that Zane is always with him—his ghost.
Sephie: Interesting. Maybe you both need therapy.
Brahms: Focus, Seraphina. What are those noises at night?
Sephie: I have no idea, and I won’t waste my time humoring what seems like hallucinations or nightmares. Talon is on his way to pick you up for your doctor’s appointment. Good luck.
Brahms: When do we start therapy for my hand?
Sephie: If the doctor clears you, I’ll make sure it’s today. Just remember to take it slow. If you push yourself, your recovery will be slower.
Brahms: You’ll be here, right?
Sephie: Have I missed any of your appointments?
Brahms: Yes, every time my counselor is here you refuse to be in the room.
Sephie: Your psychotherapy is not included in my schedule.
Brahms: You should stay tomorrow, we could talk about our issues, fix them.
Sephie: Thank you, but I’ll work on my own—if I think I have to.
Brahms: Couples counseling? I could hire someone for us.
Sephie: We’re not a couple. We should’ve never been a couple.
Brahms: You’re wrong. How can you deny our time together?
Sephie: It shouldn’t have happened and you know it.
Brahms: I miss you, Sephie.