Chapter 6
After leaving the hospital room, I sat downstairs for a while to collect myself. I saw Tom walking toward me.
“Sara, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked.
He had already been to the hospital with me once before, and this
was the second time. Seeing my eyes swollen from crying, he seemed worried and asked if Bella was sick.
“Who are you? Move aside. Don’t block the sun,” I spat.
He sat down next to me. “If something’s wrong, you can tell me.”
I moved away a little to put some distance between us.
I replied, “I have postpartum depression, and I’m seeing a psychiatrist. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
He looked guilty and apologized, “I’m sorry, Sara. It’s all my fault.”
“So, can you disappear from my sight? That will make me feel better,” I said.
He agreed and stood up. But he neither left nor offered to take me home.
“I can take a cab myself. Go away!” I snapped.
Chapter 6
I went home to check on Bella and fed her some formula. After
getting her to sleep, I spent the afternoon in meetings at the office.
When I stepped out, I ran into Tom again.
He was probably looking for Harry, most likely to ask about my depression.
“Harry is on a business trip,” I said, walking past him.
He followed me. “So, you’re working now? Didn’t you always say you didn’t like this job?”
I was so exhausted today that even talking felt like a chore.
“Tom, can you stop haunting me? Every time you appear, I get more annoyed. It doesn’t make you seem more persistent or deeply in love. Please, leave me alone, and do us both a favor. We’re over,” I said.
“I just want to make up for my mistakes,” he replied.
I sighed, “The best way you can make up for it is by never showing up in front of me again.”
Tom disappeared for a while, and I was grateful that he could still listen to reason.
Bella caught a cold from the seasonal change and developed a respiratory infection, so she stayed in the hospital for a week.
Chapter 6
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I couldn’t eat, and the ulcers in my mouth made it even worse, so I lost a few pounds.
When I was talking to Harry one day, he suddenly touched my face. “You’re just skin and bones.”
I was about to argue when I realized he wasn’t doing much better himself. Just then, a noise came from outside.
A man came in and locked eyes with Harry.
“This is my friend, Carl Harker. You met him when you were little,” Harry introduced.
Carl smiled at me. “Long time no see, Sara.”
I had some vague memories of him. After my high school entrance exam, Harry took me on a trip, and he joined us for two days.
“Sara, you should go rest. I’ll talk to him for a bit,” Harry said.
From that day on, Harry had someone to take care of him.
He awkwardly tried to explain it to me, but I said I had already guessed it. Normally, a man in his late thirties should have gotten married.
