Something in my chest loosened slightly at his words.
"Thank you, Dr Abel. I'll be there soon."
I hung up and turned to Cahir. "Can you take me to Luxford Memorial Hospital?"
"Why?" he asked, eyeing me strangely. "Is everything alright?"
"My mom's doctor wants to see me. He has her belongings." I leaned back in the seat, suddenly exhausted.
He tapped twice on the privacy screen separating us from the driver and murmured, "Luxford Memorial Hospital," then leaned back in his seat without pressing for more details.
We drove in silence for a while. The pain in my chest had settled into a dull, constant ache.
"Naya," Cahir said quietly, breaking the silence. "About what I said earlier, about us…" he trailed off. "I don't want to pressure you since you've clearly been through something traumatic."
I didn't respond because what could I say at this point without quarrelling with him?
