Service
John replayed the conversation in his head.
"But you're a doctor! We both heal people—not kill them! That's why we're here. I'm applying to work for the WHO and you're—John! I thought we agreed—"
"I never said I was joining any—"
"But you implied it, John. You clearly—"
It had been a long "discussion" of expectations and dreams that he hadn't known were part of their relationship.
Certainly not the send-off he'd been hoping for. He probably should have told her earlier.
He picked up his Browning and took aim, all thoughts of Susan gone from his head.