Leah and the doctor faced off against one another. Frankly, Detective Hecht...It's Miss Hecht.Miss Hecht, then. The doctor threw up a hand in exasperation. I'd like to keep an eye on you longer.
I feel fine. And I really do need to get out of here. The redhead was determined.
All right. The doctor sighed and relented unhappily. But I'm going to ask you to sign the Against Medical Advice forms...
Leah cut her off. Whatever! Just let's do this. She added to herself, Before I change my mind. Or lose whats left of it.'
Leah signed the forms the nurse brought in and gathered her belongings. She carefully picked up the little wooden bowl and packed it reverently in her bag, smiling as she touched the soft wood. Then she turned to the nurse and signaled her readiness to leave.
The wheelchair ride seemed to take forever and she was grateful to see that the cab she'd called was waiting when she got to the main door. The driver assisted her into the back of the vehicle, and then stowed her bag in the trunk before settling behind the wheel.
Airport, right, miss?
Yeah, but I need to make one stop on the way. I have a letter to drop off. She ran the envelope around in her hands and willed the trembling to stop. She knew if she saw him, she'd never leave. She also knew she had to, for both of them. She prayed she'd explained it well enough in the letter, that he'd understand, that hed forgive her.
She saw the red brick building come into view and the cab slowed to a stop in front of the smoked glass door. Sucking in a breath, she dashed inside and dropped the letter off with the guard at the desk, asking that it be delivered as soon as possible. Then she turned and somehow walked calmly back to the cab, climbed in and let the tears flow as the building disappeared behind her.