I didn't bother to reply.
When we reached the underground garage, I climbed into the back seat of his Rolls Royce without a word.
He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, surprised. "You're not sitting in front?"
Back then, I would insist on sitting in the front and going out of my way to remove anything in the car that reminded me of Clara.
But today, none of those trinkets or memories seemed to matter anymore.
"It doesn't make a difference. Just drop me at the hospital entrance," I said flatly.
Adrian didn't respond, though I noticed his knuckles whitening as he gripped the steering wheel.
When we finally got to the hospital, Adrian followed me into the dermatology department, even though he said he had work to do. But as soon as we walked in, Clara's custom ringtone started playing. Her tearful voice filled the air as she said, "Adrian, I broke the thermometer! What do I do? The house is filled with mercury! Am I going to die from poisoning?"
Adrian covered the phone's receiving speaker, and his pleading gaze fell on me. "Emily, something urgent came up at the company. I need to go."