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“What the hell was that?” Mom almost yells as Aiden exits, and I burst into tears.
“I can’t…” I manage to say through my muffled tears as I bring my hands up to my face in despair.
Mom leans in and kisses me on the forehead, softening her stance. “Don’t worry, you can see him when you’re ready.”
Callie walks out to obviously comfort her son.
My crying eventually subsides, and Mom runs her fingers through my hair. “Do you want to tell me what that was about now?” I shake my head. “Sweetie, is it because you don’t want him to see you like this?”
I sniffle and decide to lie and agree just to get some peace so I can think about my reaction. “Yes.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. He’ll love you no matter what you look like.”
“Let it go, Mom.”
“Sweetie, you’ll have to let him in here at some stage. He loves you, and he wants to see you.”
“Mom, I’m kind of tired.”
She exhales and fluffs up my pillows, kisses my forehead, and hesitantly leaves. I’m all alone in my hospital room left to think—think about Jason, about Aiden, and about my life and how it has been irrevocably changed.
My feelings toward Aiden have shifted from love and pure happiness to resentment, and dare I say it, goddammed fear.
Are all men the same?
Can I trust in one man?
Should I live my life alone?
Maybe I would be better off.
Jason has damaged something inside of me, and I don’t know if I can ever truly come back from this.
I curl up in a ball as I stare out the window at the sky, the perfect blue sky, and I wonder how I ended up here, in this place, at this very moment.
Is this what Jason had planned since the day he saw me in the restaurant?
Or was this a gradual thing that escalated out of hand?
My head’s cycling through all the scenarios.
Was Jason the one I felt in the room when I had the spa bath?
Was he the one in the cinema trying to scare me?
I swear I’m not going crazy.
This man, Jason, who I once loved, was spying on me the entire time. And now, because of his illness, my whole relationship with the love of my life is in jeopardy because I can’t stand a man near me.
I continue to stare at the sky outside my window, and eventually a nurse walks in. “How are you feeling?”
“A little sore,” I answer honestly.
“You’ve quite the entourage waiting for you outside.”
I wonder how they must all be feeling.
“Would you like me to tell them you need rest, and that they should come back tomorrow?”
