Mad Love, page 27
“Sophie?” Dr. Goldstein’s voice interrupts my reverie. “Have you heard anything I’ve said?”
“Yes,” I lie then shake my head. “No. No, I haven’t heard a word.”
“I asked if he was still calling you from an anonymous number.”
Right. Since Clayton wouldn’t stop calling me I blocked his cell. Then I started to get calls from a private number. I never picked up. And then he stopped leaving text messages. The last one he left was one week ago. It was simple. To the point. And final.
It appears that my desire to speak to you and explain what you saw means absolutely nothing to you. There’s nothing left to say then except goodbye, Sophie.
“No. He has stopped calling me.”
“How does that make you feel?”
Like my life is over.
“It’s getting easier,” I say. “I know this is going to take time.”
Dr. Goldstein gives me a sympathetic smile.
“Heartbreak is the hardest experience to go through, especially the first time. But chin up, Sophie. Life is long. You’re bound to have your heart broken at least a dozen more times.”
I will never date again. Never.
Colet Abedi, Mad Love
