Page 34 of In Death, Love Survives
He grunts as he steps back out, leaving Wolfe and me alone once more.
“I like a woman in charge,” Wolfe taunts.
“A doctor in charge,” I correct.
“So it seems.”
“If you would like to do this seriously, I can put you on the schedule for Wednesday.”
“Not tomorrow?”
“Not at this notice. Unless it’s life or death, then I’m afraid not.”
“Life or death.” He hums.
“Yes.”
“It always comes down to the two.”
I consider his statement, which undoubtedly has more meaning than I’m getting right now.
“I suppose so.”
“Then Wednesday will have to do. I’ll suffer in silence.”
“Suffer in silence?”
“I don’t know if I want to go a day without seeing you.”
This should be concerning, but it isn’t. I’m not sure why I trust Wolfe out of all the people I’ve met in my lifetime, yet I do.
I debate how I can see Wolfe when I remember a way.
“There’s a group session tomorrow. You’re never required to speak in it.”
“Aren’t you too busy for those?”
“No, I like doing them when I can. I can do tomorrow’s… since it’ll be your first time.”
Wolfe laughs darkly as he stands and steps to the side.
“My first fucking time. I like that.”
Slowly, he walks a few steps and stands before me. Looking up at him, I feel like I’m his for the taking.
He starts to reach forward toward my mouth but pauses. I track as his eyes go from my lips up to the camera in the room.
“Ring the buzzer. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Without another word, I ring the buzzer, and Wolfe heads for the door.
Officer Johnson looks annoyed as he opens it and takes Wolfe away from the office. For the first time, I feel a sense of loss from not being around someone.
Soon enough, I’ll have to start unpacking these feelings of my own and stop worrying about Wolfe Walker.
“Dr. Fletcher,what are you doing at group today?” Tim asks.
I pop up from studying the notes from the last group share to see what was covered. These group sessions are great for individuals for different reasons than the one-on-ones can be. Sometimes, it is nice to know you aren’t alone and people are going through similar experiences or having the same feelings, even if you’re in prison.
