"Don't analyze me or use psychological jargon, sweetheart -"
"Please don't call me sweetheart or belittle me. I'm not simply making up words -"
"Could we possibly speak in person?"
"No," I muttered.
When my office phone rang, my heart skipped a beat. It was a local number, and I thought it might be Derrick.
"Listen, I have to return to work." Please, Curtise, stop calling me. It's over. Nothing you say will change it, so goodbye."
I hung up on Curtise and rushed to answer my office phone.
"Hello, this is Dr. Emerson speaking," I introduced myself.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have dialed the incorrect number," an older woman on the other end of the phone explained.
Damn.
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I waited all day, checking my voicemail after each patient - and nothing came through. Derrick did not call
