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CHAPTER 60 DAVIDS

I get to the kitchen and I am surprised to see the food already served, he offers me a chair so I sit down without being able to take my eyes off the huge plate that is in front of me.

—What about my diet?—I express.

—I decided you can have one more pleasure.— He says in a mocking tone. —And all this is healthy, I swear,— I smile at him believing his words.

A couple of boiled eggs (which I could swear are not chicken eggs because they are huge, perhaps ostrich or dinosaur ones) accompanied by a delicious smelling mashed potato and some bacon on the side. It really looks delicious. And the orange juice smells freshly squeezed.

Despite my hunger I wait patiently for him to take his seat, and as soon as he does, I don't hesitate to start eating almost desperately ... again.

—Delicious.— I say when I finish, taking my last sip of juice.

—Thank you. The gift of good cooking was given to me.— He says faking presumption.

—How lucky.— I say remembering that gift was definitely not given to myself.

—So now you start your diet, Olivia.— It is funny how his voice actually changes when he starts his doctor roll. —and you take the vitamins that I have prescribed. I would really enjoy to be your doctor for your pregnancy, do you agree then?— The expression on his face is not an easy one to reject.

—Ok, but I have rules.— I say trying to negotiate how it all will work. —You can't keep spoiling me the way you have done it this past two days.—

—It's good for pregnant woman to be spoiled.— He tries.

—No. It really makes me feel uncomfortable.— I explain with a serious expression. — You'll treat me as if I was just one more of your patients.—

—You are not one more, but, if it really makes you feel uncomfortable, I agree.— He stretches his hand to shake it with mine. My skin is frozen compared to his. It doesn't surprises me anymore.

—Good.— I say trying to smile at him.

—You are healthy, but I'll like to make a blood tests. I'll give you the appointment.— He takes his cell phone and check what I assumed is his agenda. Healthy. Uhm. The same doubt that I had yesterday when he had his stethoscope on me comes back to my mind. —How about next week on January the 6th?—

—I don't really know how the job will be. I never really know ...— I start to think about it but his repressive gaze makes me stop.

—This is your priority now, Olivia.—

—January the 6th is fine.— I accept without putting any more pretext. —ahm can I ask you something?— I say with a little uncertainty.

—Sure.—

—Yesterday when you checked my heart...—

—It beats perfectly.— He interrupts me anticipating my question. And, although that was not exactly my question, he gave me the answer. My heart is still intact in its place, no one has taken it from me even though I was almost certain that I no longer had anything in that space in my chest.


Although I have tried to make breakfast the last attention he offered me, I have not succeeded, he has insisted on bringing me to my house and as if that was not enough, he walked me the entrance of the building.

But finally I have reached the door of my apartment. I open it and enter with a bit of clumsiness. Immediately I feel the cold atmosphere inside. of course, if I have been out all night and the heating turned off, what did I expect?

I walk quickly to the machine and turn it on. I really hope it doesn't take long to warm up. But as soon as I sit on the sofa I realize that it is not only cold due to lack of heat but I can also notice how little by little the pain begins to spread from my chest to my entire body, filling me with that cold caused by his absence. That cold that has kept me frozen in this place.

I try to avoid it and focus on something else, but it's useless because when I turn around I can only understand that I am alone ... again.

The ringing of the phone manages to distract me before I flopped down on the couch. I reach for the living room phone and answer without much encouragement in my voice.

—Hi Liv ... where have you been?— I recognize Samuel's voice.

—Busy.—

—At Christmas Eve? ... did you ended spending it with someone?—

—Yes, bit, not from the office.— I try to explain trying to avoid a not necessary conflict because of their stupid bet.—I really didn't have a choice. What happens?— I try to divert the subject.

—Well, the captain called a while ago, someone was attacked in the middle of Christmas's eve.— I sigh disapprovingly.

—I'll take a shower and be on my way.—

—Do you want me to pick you up?— He offers friendly.

—No thanks. Bye.— I hang up the phone and without much encouragement I get up and walk to my bedroom. I see my bed and I feel the need to run and snuggle but I know that if I do, I will not want to get up again any soon. So, with a lot of effort, I follow my path to the shower. I turn on the faucet remembering the doctor's recommendations, not to bathe with very hot water, only warm.

I get to the station and rush to the elevator, the warm water really relaxed me and I took longer than expected under the water so I better hurry. I get on the elevator with a bit of uncertainty not wanting to get dizzy as I did in Kyle's apartment building, but I am in a hurry and I have no intention of using the stairs.

—Wait!— I hear a scream so I immediately move my hand against the door to prevent it from closing, and I see Samuel rushing towards me.

—You are late too?— I ask him as I had assumed he was already at the office.

—Yes, dinner made Karen nauseous and she felt sick all morning, and the snow doesn't help much. He complains already getting on the elevator.

—Oh, poor thing.— I say understanding the nausea stuff.

—Yes, but you should see her she's more than happy, she doesn't mind leaving her badge for a while now.— I stop to think on his words and the memory of the cold night at the park comes straight to my mind.

"I am officer Karen Davids. I am a homicide detective. Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?"

—Davids?— I ask him as we get out of the elevator.

—Yes, Karen Davids.— He answers.

— Wasn't she your partner at Homicides Unit?—

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