Chapter 25 Marie
None of this was meant to happen. Olivia and I weren’t meant to grow this attached. I don’t even know how it happened. At first, she was just my cranky neighbour. Then, she was a life raft in the storm that I let my life become. She represented some human warmth in the cold Breton winter. But I pushed and pushed, because that’s what I do. And now here I sit, crouched beside her, simultaneously so certain and utterly uncertain of what I have to do. It’s doubts like these that I tried to escape when I came here. It’s doubts like these that I believed I had overcome. I had.
In Paris, I felt it. I knew what I wanted. I could reach my deepest intuition again and I knew I was ready. I am ready. The prospect of being in the operating theatre again, of doing what I do best, is i
