Chapter-28

The heavy silence followed us with a startled intake of breath from Dante’s side as his wide eyes looked at me. He was probably wondering why would I slap Silvio when I had been crying and worrying for the past week.

That night Seb forcefully locked me in the room when I refused to cooperate. After that day, I refused to talk to him or even eat anything. When the fatigue started getting to me, I lost consciousness on the third day, and Margaret got me on IV.

By the fourth day, she started coaxing me into eating saying how I needed to think about my patients first.

I obeyed. Ate a tiny amount of vegetable soup and some bread. It was not like I was on a strike or anything, I just didn’t have any appetite.

And yesterday, I went to the clinic. Hardly spent four hours there before I had another panic attack. Seb had to get me home. He assured me that Silvio would be home today. And still, I refused to talk to him.

It was only two hours ago when he told me that Silvio landed in Italy.