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“Dr. Mayer? Can I talk to you?”
David was in the kitchen, too. My skin felt electric around him. I couldn’t look at him for longer than a glance because I was afraid how I would feel.
It was all so weird.
Here I was, about to send myself back to where Louisa was dying of love for this man, and he was already there right in front of me, calmly eating an apple and doing his homework, and acting like I meant nothing more to him than an irritation and a distraction.
For a scary second I almost forgot about asking Dr. Mayer to come back with me to his office, and almost invited David instead. There in the dark I could have given Louisa exactly what she hoped and prayed for in her otherwise hopeless life. I could have told David it was his job to shut up for a moment, and then wrapped my
