(Sybil’s POV)“I know you told me everything already,” Emma said as she handed me a cup of strong, black coffee and sat down with me in the same booth we had been sitting in the night before, “but I just want to make sure I understand.”I gratefully took the coffee from her and started drinking it. I knew that it would help my hangover. “What did I tell you, exactly?”“You said that your husband’s ex, who is now his fiancée, is pregnant.” She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically.“Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.”She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?”“Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.”“Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.“That’s the one.” I always forgot that most people just knew Willa as an actress. The
(Sybil’s POV)I hung up the phone, suddenly feeling unsteady on my feet. Emma immediately noticed that something was wrong. She jumped up and took my arm, guiding me to the chair that she had just vacated. “Sybil, what is it?”“That was the hospital. My brother’s condition has gotten much worse.” I sniffled, tears falling freely. I had already told her all about Charlie, so she knew exactly what I was talking about. “I need to go see him.”She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Would you like me to drive you? I’ll even go in with you, if you want me to.”“I’d like that. Thank you.” I smiled back at her, thankful that I didn’t have to go through this alone. She really was a good friend. I called my parents on the way to the hospital.When we got there, I thought that I should mention this to John. He was a shareholder of the hospital, and although he was the last person that I wanted to talk to at the moment, I knew that he would be able to ensure that Charlie got the best care possible. I
(Sybil’s POV)When the doctor came out of Charlie’s room, John and I stood up to talk to him, with Emma standing a short distance behind us. The doctor looked so familiar, but I couldn’t place him at first. Then he turned to look at me, and memories came flooding back. It was Mark, one of John’s old friends from school. He had been two years ahead of me, just like John, but I remembered having spoken to him once or twice at school.“Hi, Sybil. It’s been such a long time.” Mark gave me a small smile, though he had a sad look in his eyes. I knew that whatever he had to tell me, it would definitely not be good news.“I know. It’s great to see you,” I replied. Under normal circumstances, I would have wanted to take the time to catch up with him properly, but right now I was just concerned about Charlie. We could talk more later. “You’re Charlie’s doctor? That’s an incredible coincidence!”“Actually, it’s not a coincidence,” he replied, “John asked me to come here.”John smiled at me. “Mar
(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning, still wrapped in John’s warm embrace. It was kind of odd how we were more intimate lately than we ever were before. Our marriage was ending, so we really needed to stop doing this.He was still asleep, his arm pinning me down. I moved it carefully, so as not to wake him, and sat up.His eyes slowly opened and he gazed at me. “Where are you going? It’s not as if you have somewhere to be,” he said groggily, grabbing my arm, “you made it perfectly clear that you were quitting your job and moving out of my house. This apartment is all you have now.”That was true. I was free from all that had been tying me down for the last three years. Well, almost. We still had to officialize our divorce, but it wouldn’t be long now. He had accepted my resignation, so that had to be a good sign.I was this close to starting a new life. A life without my brother in it, I reminded myself as I thought of what Mark had told me the day before. I couldn’t face that id
(Sybil’s POV)When we got to the hospital, John accompanied me up to Charlie’s floor. He didn’t specify why he was doing that, but I had a sneaking suspicion that he just wanted to talk to Mark about my conversation with Emma.We were both surprised to see Willa sitting near Charlie’s bed when we entered his room. She was gazing at him, concern etched on her face. He was unconscious, hooked up to a ventilator. I was devastated to see him like that, and also confused and slightly alarmed to see her sitting there. She had her faults, but I knew that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. Still, I didn’t trust her and wondered what had motivated her to come into his room.I approached her. “Willa, what are you doing here?”She turned to me and gave me a small, insincere smile. “I wanted to come and be with Charlie. He has always been just like a brother to me.” She started stroking his hand.This was extremely hard to believe. She had barely even acknowledged him when we were growing up.
(Sybil’s POV)I couldn’t believe it. This was the second time in a few days that Willa had blamed me for injuring her, when it was obviously self-inflicted. The worst thing of all this was that everybody automatically believed her, without even letting me tell my side of the story.Willa touched the side of her face that she had just slapped. “Why did you do that, Sybil?” She glowered at me. “If you really want to punish me for whatever it is you think I did, at least wait until after the baby is born. He or she didn’t do anything to you!”John looked at me disapprovingly. “Beating up a pregnant woman, Sybil? Seriously? How could you sink so low?” He helped Willa get up off the floor.I rolled my eyes, sick of Willa’s behavior. “I didn’t hit her. She did it herself.”John gave me a look that clearly showed that he did not believe me, as he put a protective arm around Willa. “Come on, Sybil,” he said, “I know that you’re upset right now, but this is going much too far. You should apolo
(Sybil’s POV)Mark opened his office door and motioned for me to go in. He sat down at his desk, and I took a seat in the chair across from him. “Now,” he said, “what seems to be the problem?”“I’m fine, Mark. I’m just really tired, that’s all,” I explained, “I’ve also been through a lot lately, what with Charlie’s illness and… other things.” I didn’t feel like I could talk to him about everything I had been through with John. I didn’t really know him well enough to confide in him, and besides, John was his friend. For all I knew, he wouldn’t believe me. Or maybe he would, but agree with the way that John was treating me and say that I deserved it, out of solidarity.“That’s understandable.” He nodded. “I still think that I should schedule a physical for you. If there actually is something wrong with you, I know John will be more unbearable than he already is.”“I don’t think that’s humanly possible,” I said, surprised that Mark thought that way about John.Mark must have seen how sur
(John’s POV)Willa and I both gasped in amazement when Charlie suddenly opened his eyes. She cried into my chest, clearly overjoyed. I still didn’t understand why she had been in his room in the first place, or why she had insisted on going back to see him after Sybil and Mark left. Now wasn’t the time to ask her, though.I didn’t think that it was a good idea for Sybil and Willa to be in the same room again, after the earlier incident. Willa was visibly shaken, and I could tell that she felt the same way. She had had more than enough trauma for one day. After the nurse had called Mark and removed Charlie’s ventilator, I asked her if she could take Willa back to her room.After that, Charlie and I were alone. I knew that I was probably the last person that he wanted to talk to, so I turned to leave his room. Before I could move, however, I could feel him tugging on my sleeve. He beckoned for me to come closer.“John,” he rasped, “I have something to give you. Just reach under my pillo