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“Hey. What do you want?” he answers with an obvious smile.
“Are you still coming to the conference in New York on Friday?” I blurt out before I can reconsider.
“I am.”
“Let’s go out Friday night.”
“Ah.” He chuckles. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for you to want to see me.”
My eyes close. He’s such a flirt. “Well, I do, so hurry up and get here.”
Nathan
I’m sitting in the waiting room, looking around at the people sitting and waiting. What are they all doing here?
An elderly woman, a young man, a couple in the corner.
They all look so put together, as if nothing could possibly be off in their lives.
And then, there’s me. The perfect illusion.
Expensive suit, good-looking by society’s standards, financially independent, fit and healthy. A heart surgeon at the top of his game. No procedure on the operating table scares him, but then he’s also someone who drives around the block ten times every night before he can muster up the courage to go into his apartment.
That guy hates going home because it reminds him of her.
Home isn’t home anymore, and nothing
is what it’s supposed to be.
I’m fucked up. I’m fucked up, bad.
And I’m really trying to pull myself out of this, but every day without Eliza, I feel like I lose a little more of my sanity. Things are going from bad to worse.
Everything is coming to a head, and I’m not sleeping again, which is dangerous in my profession. I’m taking sleeping tablets to get in four to five hours a night, and even then, my body fights it.
I inhale sharply. I’ve come to a new therapist today. I’m not getting anywhere with Elliot. I want a new perspective. One from a female.
The door opens, and a woman walks out into the waiting room. “Nathan?”
I stand. “Yes.”
She gives me a kind smile. “This way, please.” She shakes my hand. “My name is Amanda.”
“Hello, Amanda.” I nod.
She holds her hand out. “Please, take a seat.”
* * *
“Is the room satisfactory, Mr. Mercer?” the girl from reception asks.
“Yes.” I smile.
“Your luggage will be up in a moment.” With a kind nod, she heads toward the door.
“Thank you.”
The door clicks, and I look around the penthouse.
