Chapter 70
Irene’s POV
Eva was in her wheelchair and George leaned to her face level, and even from behind, I could tell they were kissing
But my loud gasp made them pull apart and spin around to look at me. “Hey, Irene,” Eva said and rolled her wheelchair towards me. Why was she acting as if I just didn’t catch her kissing another woman’s fiancét
“You’re already back.” She said to me her expression was normal, it didn’t look like that of someone who was just caught kissing someone she shouldn’t be kissing
I couldn’t be wrong, right?
I mean, I didn’t see their lips moving against each other because Eva’s back was facing me, but from the position and angle, that was the only thing I could think about..
Or was I judging her based on her past actions?
Was I being unfair and judgemental?
Was I seeing things? Was my therapy session affecting my train of thought?
“Hi. Irene. Welcome back. Eva seems to have developed eye soreness. Please look into it.” George said to me and I beginning to feel stupid for thinking wilder when there could be other circumstances.
was
“It was itching so bad, I told George to look at it for me and I don’t know why. Eva said, stamping the fact that I had overthought this entire scene.
Does that mean I actually don’t trust Eva yet? Was that what my therapist was talking about? Was I really putting on a mask to make myself seem as if I believed her when I didn’t?
“Oh, is it red?” I said, talking as if I hadn’t thought the worst of them.
Or maybe it was the fact that it was George who was involved in this scene that made me think to that extent since he had tried something like this before. Maybe.
“Yes,” George said and resumed doing his laundry.
I leaned down and saw that one of Eva’s eyes was red. It has to be an infection or something like dust entering her eyes
“Hope you didn’t try to do any cleaning after I left?” I asked her and she shook her head No. “Then we might need to visit the hospital so they can check it and prescribe you something. But don’t rub your eyes so it doesn’t worsen it.” I told her.
“Oh, it really itches,” she said and shut her eyes, resisting the urge to rub her eyes.
“Sorry.” I said to her, feeling bad about the way I distrusted her so quickly. “I wanted to cook together, but I don’t think can join me anymore. Let me call the doctor.” I told her.
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*Would have loved that with you.” She replied and I nodded because I knew it would have been a don of bonding. I took out my phone from my bag, dialed her doctor’s number, and explained what was going on to him. He also spoke with Eva since she was the one feeling it
“Bring her to the hospital Let’s check it and be certain about what it is before we prescribe anything to her.” The doctor said. “Okay, we’ll be there soon.” I replied and ended the call +
“Irene, you can focus on the cooking. I’ll take Eva to the hospital George interjected, switching off the washing machine.
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“No, I can drive her. I don’t want to disturb you I said to him and he chuckled, “I will drive her. And I can easily help her into her wheelchair. Don’t stress yourself, you just got back and still have to cook. So let me
lift a bit off your shoulders.” He said to me and I smiled genuinely at him for the first time in a while.
“Thank you.” I thanked him and helped them with anything Eva needed before he drove her off in my car to the hospital.
Once the car was out of my sight. I plopped on the stairs at the front door and let out a huge sigh.
“Why did I have to think that?” I groaned and hit myself on the bead. I hated that the moment I saw them in that position, that was the first thing that came to my mind.
But this only proves that I should really not try to distrust Eva thought I had stopped but I still have that doubtful seed in me. So truly what my therapist said was true–healing is a process and there are no road maps to attaining the completion.
I went back inside and got into cooking the feast 1 intended to prepare before. It distracted me so well and by the time I was done, almost everyone was back home. I served the food and took mine and Charlie’s up to his bedroom with Delores.
Damien has been decorating a room just for Charlie, and it was coming along so well. It is going to be a surprise. And I’m so happy that they keep getting along well
1 only hope the day I finally have the strength to break the news to him will come; the news that he is the biological father of
Charlie.
“Is everything okay? You’ve been quiet.” Delores had pulled me aside and asked, but I had assumed that I was fine.
“Maybe it’s the after–therapy blues. I’m okay.” I said to her, but wasn’t feeling so great. I was not feeling like a good person. Everything was slowly becoming overwhelming again and I knew tapping out and just being with my son was the best thing for me right now,
to me and I nodded before returning upstairs while others except
“I’m here if you wanna talk, you know that.” Delores said to me an Damien ate downstairs.
Once Charlie and I finished eating, we laid down together and cuddled. At some point, he requested a bedtime story and it, been so long since I read one to him, so I was excited for it.
Halfway into the story, he was already sleeping. I covered him up with the blanket and left for my bedroom with Damien. getting there, I saw Damien sitting on the bed with a paper in his hands.
He had a sullen expression on his face that scared me.
And I once again thought the worst.
What if Damien had carried out a DNA test in secret with Charlie and the result was what was
his hands right now?
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