He asked, raising his hand to hold mine.
But I dodged.
I didn't reply to him and only glanced down at the medical record in his hand.
"Patient: Tina Roberts, 23 years old.
"Reason for admission: Knife cut on wrist."
...
Unconcealable panic flickered in his eyes.
"Ree, listen to me. I can explain it..."
He intended to grab my shoulders, but before he could touch me, he was interrupted by a female voice.
"Maury, are you going to leave me alone?"
She looked vulnerable standing there.
Maurice should have explained the relationship between them.
But he just stood before me, neither moving nor speaking.
I was sensible enough to understand.
I could guess what was going on between them when he left in a hurry after that call.
"There's nothing between me and Maury. He's just worried about me.
"Are you Maury's girlfriend?"
Girlfriend? He and I had been married for five years. I couldn't believe he told this girl in front of us that I was his girlfriend instead of his wife. So, what I suspected was an undeniable fact.
Her pitiful expression and her tactful strategy told me that she seemed to be well prepared.
"Ree, don't blame her. It's all my fault..."
"Who is she?"