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“You can’t keep running from your problems,” Dr. Butler said.
“I’m not running!”
“Don’t yell, Felicity,” Mark said sternly.
“I’m not yelling!”
“No one said you were,” Dr. Butler replied as Mark shook his head.
“You blew our cover already? Jeez, Felicity.”
Putting my head in my hands, I sighed. “I’m sorry. I meant I wasn’t trying to yell. I’m just tired, all right? And this therapy doesn’t help me. Maybe it could have a while ago, when I thought I’d killed someone, but now that I know I didn’t… I know I just need my medication and I’ll be fine.”
“Felicity, I’m going to advise we extend your stay—”
“No!” I stood up. “I want to go home.”
“You’re not ready—”
“Says who, you? I’m sure if you pull anyone off the street, they will have issues they won’t want to talk about—”
“You were the one who came back to us, Felicity.”
“Yeah, and that was a mistake.” I stomped to the door. However, there were two nurses already waiting for me. “I’m checking out.”
“You still have twenty-fours in the waiver you signed, Felicity. We can’t—”
“I want out!” I yelled again.
“Felicity, please calm down!”
“I am calm!”
They didn’t believe me. My hands were pinned, and someone injected only gods knows what into my veins.
“Stop—I’m not crazy.”
“We agree,” Mark and Cleo said as my eyelids started to droop.
Theo
When I got on the jet, the last people I expected to see, my foster parents, sat comfortably in the chairs as the air hostess handed them a glass of wine to drink.
“Theodore, sweetheart, you made it.”
“It’s kind of hard to miss a plane I asked to wait for me. The real question is why are you both here? I thought you were staying in the Hamptons for the Fourth of July weekend.” I took a seat across from them.
“We were, then thought it would be best to spend it as a family. Honestly, when was the last time we were all together for the holidays?” Lorelai grinned, pulling out her phone. “I called your secretary, and she said you wanted the weekend off, so—”
“Mother, I’m busy this weekend.”
She paused, staring at me in confusion. “With what?”
“More importantly, with whom?” Arthur asked. “And please do not tell me it is Felicity Ford. Word about her condition has spread all across the company.”
“I’m not a teenager. I’m not required to answer that question, nor are you allowed to tell me who I should or should not be spending my weekend with.”
My mother sighed, putting her drink down. “Theodore, we’re worried about you. You’re losing your head over some woman you barely know. It’s crazy—”
