"Isn't that Joy?"
Annika stepped off the elevator. The moment I saw her, I instinctively wanted to hide.
"What are you doing here?"
Bernard's brow furrowed as he walked swiftly toward me.
"Aren't you supposed to be at home resting? What are you doing at the hospital? Are you following me?"
Annika came over as well, and I instinctively lowered my head.
"I told you, I'm sick," I whispered.
"Joy, what's wrong? I heard you're pregnant. You need to take better care of yourself!"
Annika reached out to pat my shoulder, but I flinched away, panic rushing through me.
"Don't touch me."
Annika jumped back, startled, and then looked at Bernard with an expression of hurt.
"Bernard, I was just trying to be kind to Joy. I didn't expect her to react like that."
Bernard immediately shielded her, glaring at me.
"Joy, what's gotten into you?"
Tears blurred my vision as I looked up, fixing my gaze on Bernard. "Why are you with her? You know what she did to me. Why did you choose her?"
A flicker of impatience crossed Bernard's face.
"High school was a long time ago. It's normal that kids fool around. Why are you still holding onto that? You're being so petty."