moving away and living on her own. It was her
opinion that Shayla still needed to come to terms with Jacob’s
death, and it didn’t help matters that she and Carter was now
involved in some convoluted, nonexistent love triangle dispute.
“Mr. Williams, there is no other way. I can’t stress this enough.
You have to tell her. Let her make the decision on what she
wants to do. If she chooses to forgive you, then everything is back
to normal, right? But if she doesn’t then at least you will have
the satisfaction of getting this boulder lifted from your
shoulder.”
“I would rather carry around a boulder than
lose her.”
“I hate to put it so bluntly, but from the
looks of things, you’ve already lost her.”
Carter dropped his head, his forehead
leaning against his palms. He had already lost her, but the
last thing he needed right now was a therapist who made him feel
worthless. So irritated with Dr. Westbrook’s choice of words, he
said, “I’m sorry. I should’ve never come here. I’m just gonna
go.”
Before he could stand, Dr. Westbrook said,
“Mr. Williams, wait a sec. I know how difficult this is, but you
have to tell her.”
“I can’t. How many times do I have to say
that?” he snapped. “You’re the doctor. You knew my brother, and you
know Shayla, so why is it so difficult for you to understand my
point of view on this?”
“I do understand, but you have to understand
the consequences of your actions. It’ll hurt her even more when she
finds out on her own. You do know that at some point, in one
way or another, she will find out.”
“Well, maybe not since she’s moving away. I
guess this is how it is supposed to happen. She moves a way, I
never see her again and my life goes back to normal. Everything
happens for a reason, right? Isn’t that what you mindbenders teach
to make people feel optimistic about the disappointment in their
lives?”
Dr. Westbrook furrowed her brows, picked up
a pen and scribbled a note.
“I wouldn’t even be here right now if you’d
done your job in the first place! My brother came to see you. He
wouldn’t talk to me, but he talked to you and you mean to tell me
there was nothing you could do to prevent him from taking his
life?” Carter eyes darkened, and he could feel a thick coating of
anger overtaking him.
“Now wait a minute, Mr. Williams. I know
you’re not implying—”
“That’s what I don’t understand about you
people,” Carter interrupted. “You’re not even here to help
folks…the only thing you do is listen to people tell you about
their problems but not doing a thing to help them out of
their own personal crisis. And because of it, my lil’ brother is
dead!” A tear fell from Carter’s eye. He swiped it away quickly,
stood up and said, “Forget this. I’m out.”
He slid on his shades and left her office,
passing through a waiting area then walked by the receptionist,
giving her a flimsy head nod on the way out.
Chapter 6
Even though he knew he was running out of
time, Carter let a few more days go by without trying to contact
Shayla. He fought with himself about what to do – carry on his
carefree life as normal, or live without the only woman who was
able to touch his heart. He told himself to let her go a million
times, that she would be better off without him. The only problem
was, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Mad, confused and all –
he could not stop thinking about her.
At work, he sat up tall in his leather
chair, took his spare glasses from the top drawer of his desk. His
mind was so scattered, he’d forgotten to put in his contacts before
leaving for work in the morning.
He glanced at his watch. It was a little
after three in the afternoon. He took his cell from the desk, found
the number to the flower shop in his contact list and dialed the
number.
“Rebecca’s Flowers. How can I help you?”
Rebecca answered.
“Hi Rebecca. This is Carter…was wondering if
Shayla was