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...