Page 40 of In Death, Love Survives
“Don’t worry, I like the doc.”
“She’s helpful,” I say.
Toby laughs.
“She’s the only one who gives a flying fuck about us in here.”
“She does, doesn’t she?”
I pull out my pack of cigarettes and light one up.
“I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” I ask.
“Why is someone like her here? It just doesn’t add up.”
Another good point that Toby is making. I need to find out more about her story. Why is she here? She could be anywhere but here practicing medicine.
I take a puff of my cigarette and know that tomorrow, when I see Nova, I’ll be finding out who she really is.
I don’t seem to have a choice at this rate. My angel is pulling me closer than I’ve ever been before.
Officer Walls guidesme to the same room where I’ve been meeting with Nova. As I step through the doorway, I see Nova’s eyes on me immediately. There are no notes or pretending like she doesn’t feel this connection as she stays focused on what’s important—me.
Every step I take, she watches intensely. I take a seat in my usual chair, and Officer Walls shuts the door behind him as he leaves.
“Good morning, Dr. Fletcher.”
Nova’s eyes twinkle with something akin to desire. Then it quickly goes away.
“Good morning, Mr. Walker.”
I settle back into my chair.
“How are you feeling today?” she starts.
“I’m better now that I see you.”
Her shoulders bunch slightly and then relax.
“Mr. Walker, I’m going to record this session.”
“You haven’t been doing that.”
“And it’swrong.” Her eyes are pleading with me to understand.
“Wrong,” I repeat.
“Yes.”
Nova crosses one leg over the other and tightens her hold on a yellow notepad. She doesn’t go for the recording device just yet. Once she does, we can’t be personal with one another.
“Tell me this. If not recording our conversations is so wrong, why does it actually feel right?”
She tightens her lips into a thin line before chewing the inside of her mouth. I know she’s debating how to move forward.
“For argument’s sake,” she starts.
