Page 132 of Doctorshipped
The sound of a door shutting wakes me. I must have fallen asleep while I broke down crying. Semi-darkness fills the room. I look at the clock on the bedside table. Five forty-five. Lexi and Trevor must be home. I grimace thinking about what I’ll tell them. Then I question myself.
What if I overreacted?
Maybe I should have let Grant explain.
That woman could have been anyone.
But why did he say he could explain?
And what were those looks passing between them?
Who is she? Why was she there?
He wouldn’t have seemed so guilty if she were merely a patient.
My mind races. I need to talk to someone, but I just want to hide out and not have to face anyone.
There’s a soft knock on my door.
“Jayme?” Lexi says.
“Yeah.”
“I thought you were home, but the house is dark. Are you okay?”
“I’m not feeling well, so I came home and went to bed. I just woke up.”
“Oh. You poor thing. Do you need soup or medicine?”
“No. I’m good. I think it’s passing.”
“Maybe it was food poisoning, or dehydration.”
“Something like that,” I say.
“Are you still eating dinner at Grant’s? Or should we set a plate for you here?”
“I’m not sure I’m really up for eating yet.”
I can’t say Grant’s name. Even hearing Lexi say it threatens to bring me to tears again.
“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind. Okay?”
“I will.”
I hear her footfalls retreating. For some reason I grab my phone out of my purse. I have twenty-six message notifications.
Sitting up, and pulling my comforter with me, I rest my back along my headboard and open the first message.
“Jayme, It’s Grant.” Long pause. “Please don’t hang up. I’m searching for words here. I don’t want to tell you all of this over a voicemail. I want to talk to you. Please give me a chance to talk. I promise whatever you think that was, it wasn’t that. I never cheated on you. I never could. You are the …” Long pause. “I can’t say these things in a message. They need to be said face to face. Please call me.”
Next message:
“Jayme. Grant again. I understand how shocked you must be. Rightfully so. Believe it or not, I’m in shock today too. I want to talk with you. Can we please talk? Call me back. I’m concerned about you.”
Next message:
“Hi. Jayme. I don’t blame you for taking space. Take as much as you need. I just want to check on you. I don’t want to pester you, though. Please know I’m here. I want to talk. Well, you know that. Call me when you’re ready.”
