Arlene
“Doctor’s appointment by 11.”
Matilda’s voice was crisp and professional as she scrolled through the tablet in her hand, listing out my schedule for the day.
I gave a distracted nod, but my mind was elsewhere.
Or rather, on someone else.
I sat there, staring at my phone longer than I cared to admit.
There was nothing.
Not a single call. Not even a text.
And I didn’t know why that bothered me so much.
I told myself it didn’t matter. That I didn’t care. That Liam could drop off the face of the earth, and it wouldn’t make a difference to me.
Yet my fingers continued to play with the ring on my finger, rolling the cool diamond band absentmindedly as if searching for some kind of answer.
Why was I thinking about him?
Was it because of the time we had spent together? The count
