Loss, pleasure and truth

69

“I didn’t expect her to die,” Amy whispered rocking herself in the chair across the desk, “I didn’t expect her to die.”

The older man nodded writing something down in his notebook.

“What had been the plan?” he asked quietly. Her blood shit eyes snapped at him.

“What was the plan?” she repeated, “The damn plan that I came up with. That stupid plan that had more hope than actual strategy got her killed.” She cried.

“My best friend died because of me,” she said again.

More writing in the notebook. This time the doctor did not ask anything for her to keep talking.

“She had disappeared again,” she started, “she had disappeared again but this time it had been longer than a month’s stay at the hospital. There were no calls from the nurse letting me know of her condition or Felix giving me a bullshit excuse. There was nothing,” she narrated, “Nothing to keep my mind at ease.”

The doctor interjected, “Was your mind not at ease before?”