“Come on, Evie…”
I had no words. So I started to walk again. “Just sue me, Christian. I’d prefer that than having to look at your face for an hour over a meal.”
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I went into the office on Saturday morning to take care of a few things since I’d been out yesterday. There were a few people milling around, but Merrick’s door was still closed. I’d taken out my notepad and started reviewing my scribbles so I could type up a session summary when I noticed my hairclip on my desk.
I picked it up and stared at it. I hadn’t left it there, had I? I didn’t think I’d ever brought one of these to the office. The only time I ever used one was when I washed my face and got ready for bed. Then it hit me—I might’ve left the one I’d used at Merrick’s on his bathroom sink. I thought back to a week ago Friday night…
I’d gone into the bathroom off Merrick’s bedroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I was just finishing when Merrick walked up behind me. He looked in the mirror with a dirty smile, unclipping my hair as he reached up underneath the T-shirt I’d been wearing. I couldn’t remember putting my clip back in my bag after that. I suppose Merrick could have left it on my desk the other day when he placed my bag on the couch. But I can’t imagine I wouldn’t have noticed. And why would he have placed it there and not in the bag with the other stuff he’d collected?
The only logical explanation was that he was back, and he’d left it on my desk either yesterday when I was out, or this morning. If that was the case, he might be upstairs right now. I thought about texting him again or picking up the phone and calling, but something was clearly going on, and I needed to see his face to know he was okay. Merrick was not the type of man to shy away from things, so maybe he was hurting more than I understood. I took a deep breath and went to the elevator.
Halfway up, I started to second-guess my decision, and I pushed the button to go back down to the office. But it wasn’t like the elevator had a cancel button, so I had to ride up to the top floor before I could take it back down. Which is exactly what I’d planned to do, until the door slid open and Merrick stood in front of me.
“Oh…hey,” I said.
Merrick looked up and frowned. My heart nearly broke right then and there.
“Hey.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked anywhere but at me.
“I was just coming up to see if you were back. I, uh, found my hairclip on my desk today so I thought you might be.”
He nodded. “I found it in the bathroom last night.”
Merrick didn’t look well. His skin was sallow, and dark circles rimmed his normally bright green eyes—which were pretty damn bloodshot. He was also a wrinkled mess, which was very unlike him.
I stepped forward and reached out. “Are you okay?”
Merrick stepped back. It would have been less painful if he’d slapped me across the face.
“Are you sick?”
He shook his head.
“Are you hurting because of seeing Amelia’s daughter?”
His eyes jumped to meet mine. I’d never mentioned that the man had filled me in on who he was.
“He told me after you left the store,” I whispered.
The elevator doors slid closed behind me. It made the hall feel so much smaller.
“Will you talk to me? Maybe I can help.”
Merrick shook his head. “I don’t want this.”
For some reason, I assumed he meant me giving him therapy. “I won’t try to psychoanalyze you or treat you like a patient. Whatever is going on, I can just listen as your girlfriend.”