(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
(Sybil’s POV)As I watched John leave the room, I couldn’t help wondering what had just happened. I’d always known that he and Charlie didn’t exactly like each other, so it was strange to see them having what appeared to be a civilized conversation. I glanced at Charlie in confusion. “What was that all about?”“We were just talking, that’s all.” He smiled at me and motioned with his eyes to a spot on the side of the bed, silently inviting me to sit.I obliged. “What were you talking about?”He let out a ragged breath. “Nothing important. Don’t worry about it.”I reasoned that if he really wanted me to know what they had been talking about, he wouldn’t keep me in the dark, especially if it was something important. It was probably some trivial guy stuff that might not interest me, anyway. I still didn’t understand why they were so chummy all of a sudden, but I decided to drop the subject.Instead, I didn’t say anything, content to just sit quietly and observe my brother. I had been vis
(Sybil’s POV)As we went up the elevator to my apartment, I told Alex all the details about what had happened to Charlie. He didn’t know Charlie that well, but they had gotten along the few times that they had seen each other. “Maybe now that you’re back home for good, I can take you to see him sometime,” I said, “I’m sure he’d like that.”“That’s a good idea.” Alex smiled at me.When we walked through my door, I remembered the bag that was in my hand. I didn’t want to be rude and abandon my guest, but at the same time, I wanted to get this over with. I knew that it wouldn’t take very long. “Alex,” I said, “just make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”“Are you hungry?” Alex asked. “I could make us something.”“That would be great.” I briefly wondered what he was going to do. To my knowledge, he didn’t know how to cook. Being brought up in a house where his family had staff to do everything for them, he most likely had never learned even the most basic cooking skills. He probably h
(Sybil’s POV)With a resigned sigh, I decided that I should answer John’s call. I knew that he would just keep trying to reach me otherwise, so it was best to just get this over with. “Hi, John,” I said, trying to hide my annoyance.“My driver says that he dropped you off at your apartment,” he said, getting right to the point of his phone call without bothering with a greeting.“What’s wrong with that?” I asked. Then I remembered that Alex had been able to see the contents of my plastic bag. Had John’s driver seen the pregnancy tests, too? If he had, would he have told John? I certainly wouldn’t volunteer any information. I would just wait and see if John brought it up. Then and only then would I tell him that the tests were negative.“You didn’t get a physical,” he said, “Mark just told me.”“It completely slipped both of our minds. We got to talking about Charlie, and then Mark had a difficult patient to deal with.” I rolled my eyes, wishing he would just leave me alone. I was more