Chapter Fourteen
Sitting in Oliver’s office one afternoon, reviewing treatment plans for several clients, I listened as he answered a call.
"My, it has been a long time," he said to the person on the other end. I could hear a woman’s voice. "Tonight, might work, if it’s necessary." His voice sounded stern. "Then I’ll be home for you," he added at the end.
When he hung up, he said nothing.
"That was Gabrielle?" I guessed.
"Yes it was. I’ll be spending my evening with her."
The pain that grew instantly in my stomach roared up as if it was about to slap my face.
"How could you?" I asked, trying to hold back tears.
"Did I ever say that things had changed?" he inquired.
"No. But all the time we’ve spent together . . . "
"You can’t judge me, Cassandra. Who I am is not going to c
