“No,” Catherine replied flatly.
Relief flickered across Lance’s features, the tension in his brow easing. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s just… we each get what we want,” Catherine went on.
The smile slid from Lance’s lips, his eyes narrowing. “Get what we want? And just what do you think I need from you?”
“How should I know?” Catherine shot back with a shrug.
Lance’s tone sharpened. “There’s a lot you don’t know.” With an impatient glance, he turned and strode out.
The door stayed half-open. Catherine couldn't be bothered to get up and close it. She sank back into bed, determined to sleep. But after all that, sleep wouldn’t come easily. She lay there, tossing and turning through the small hours before exhaustion finally took her under.
The next morning, at Eldervale Hospital.
The door to Dr. Harrell’s office swung open. He looked up as Belinda entered, rising quickly from behind his desk. “Belinda.”
She gave a curt nod by way of greeting. “Morning.”
Adelina trailed in after her, looking conservative in a pale gray dress, her expression carefully neutral.
“Belinda, thanks for coming all this way to help me with the check-up,” Adelina said gently.
Belinda answered, cool and detached, “Let’s just get started.”
Harrell nodded. “Adelina, if you’ll follow me.”
He led them out and guided them through the maze of hallways and departments for the tests.
An hour slipped by in a blur of blood draws and examinations.
“You’re clear to eat now—the remaining tests don’t require fasting,” Harrell said, glancing at Belinda for confirmation. “Adelina can grab a bite if you’d prefer.”
“We’ll do it all at once,” Belinda replied tersely, no room for debate.
A hint of wounded disappointment flashed in Adelina’s eyes, but she covered it quickly. “Then let’s finish up, Dr. Harrell. I don’t want to put Belinda out any longer than necessary.”
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