Chapter １０

He kept saying, "It's my fault." That's what you tell David when you tell him what's going on.

Before I could stop him, he strode to the door, wrenched it open, and left.

To that point, I had kept quiet about the incident. In fact, not even my new closest friend Naria, whom I saw every day during my internship at the animal hospital.

In an effort to put Dr. Johnson and our actions out of my mind, I made a conscious effort to block them out. Instead, my mind kept returning to David. I was becoming more and more irritated by the day that he didn't bother to phone or text. Maintaining concentration on it was less of a challenge. To what extent did he really feel no need for resolution? It just took ten seconds to erase three years of work.

Unless he was making a move to increase his own authority, this makes little sense. Perhaps he had been holding out for my phone call.