Leonard's car was still sitting at the red light up ahead. One second. Two. Three. The light changed, and the car shot forward without a moment's hesitation.
He kept saying he was worried about my illness. But one word from Naomi, and he could leave me standing sick in the rain without looking back.
He didn't even leave me an umbrella.
The walk home was endless.
I don't know how I made it back.
All I knew was that Leonard and I were truly over.
When I reached the door of our shared condo, it was slightly ajar. Through the gap came the sound of laughter. A man's voice and a woman's.
I pushed the door open. Leonard and Naomi both turned around at the same time.
Leonard said nothing. His gaze landed on me, dripping wet, and his brow creased.
Naomi let out a little gasp. "Oh, Connie, sweetie—what happened to you?"
"You absolutely cannot be getting rained on in your condition! If you come down with a fever, the surgery the day after tomorrow won't happen…"
So the surgery was the day after tomorrow.
Funny. My flight was the day after tomorrow too.
The moment he heard that, Leonard panicked.
He grabbed a bath towel and a hairdryer and rushed over, caught my arm, and shoved me down onto the couch.