Page 27 of Margot
“I know. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you were looking forward to that. It breaks my fucking heart that you won’t be able to do it.”
“Can I tell you something?” She sniffled and looked down at her ice pack-covered hand.
“Of course.” My brows knitted together as I waited for her to continue.
“When I saw Ebony this morning in the parking lot, she was texting and smiling at her phone and…” Sutton paused then shook her head as if her next words were ridiculous. “I thought for a split second that maybe she was texting you and I hopped out of my car and hurried toward the café before I realized how stupid that thought was. That’s when everything happened.” She looked over at me through thick lashes and I let my shoulders droop a bit.
“Sutton, you know damn well that’s not the kind of man I am. I would never waste my time entertaining another woman.” I got annoyed with her for even thinking something like that.
“I know, I’m sorry I just…I know things have been tense between us.”
“Listen to me, we’re working through our shit. There’s nothing another woman can do for me.” I figured it was a good enough time to tell her that I hadn’t canceled the appointment with Dr. Adler. “Sutton, I know you won’t like this but…I didn’t cancel the therapy appointment.”
Her gaze shot to me. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying but I didn’t miss the anger. “Why didn’t you cancel the appointment? You know I don’t feel like going after everything that happened.” Her lips were pressed into a line that looked sharp enough to cut me.
“What else are you going to do today, Sutton? You don’t need to go home and mope right now. You can’t play and it’s not like you’re a wealth of information about your emotions. I think we need this today.” Sutton didn’t get the chance to respond because the doctor was back to set her finger.
I could tell her mouth was full of words to hurl at me and I almost wished she would. Maybe she’d feel better if she got some shit off her chest.
“Okay, you two are good to go. Again, Mr. and Mrs. English, I’m so sorry this happened but in six to eight weeks you’ll be back to yourself. Please try to relax. Go on a vacation or something.” He wrote her a prescription for pain pills and we finally left the ER.
The second we were in my car and the doors were closed, Sutton railed into me…in her own way. “Lennox, I don’t know about going to the therapist today. You really should have rescheduled. I can’t believe you confirmed the appointment.”
“Let’s just go and get it over with. It’ll give you something else to think about.”
Sutton blew out a puff of air in a huff and looked out of the window. She was pissed. She was never one to have outbursts. Fuming quietly beside me was the most she would do.
I wasn’t going to budge though. We needed to see Dr. Adler. I felt it in my bones that she would help change our lives.
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