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could send Aoife where she would be safe from herself, then when she had come to her senses, she could be replanted into a normal life. The life she couldn’t seem to handle right now.
    “I just can’t keep feeling responsible for her if she won’t cop on. She could have died. The lease expires here in one month, after that, she’s on her own.”
    Matt knocked tentatively on Aoife’s door, not quite sure if she had enough time to be comfortable. When she gave him the green light, he just popped his head through a small gap.
    “How are you feeling?” he asked.
    “Much better, my cramps are gone,” Aoife replied.
    “You’ll need a repeat tomorrow…”
    “Oh, God, no. Please. You can’t,” Aoife interrupted, her face horror-stricken.
    “No, not me. I think it’s best if I hand you over to someone independent. I’ve left a letter in an envelope on the mantelpiece. Bring it to the hospital and your new doctor will take care of you. Sleep well, Aoife.”
    “Matt, wait,” Aoife said urgently as he backed out the door. He froze. He really wasn’t sure how to handle everything right now. “Are you still mad with me?” He saw her lovely hazel eyes plead with him.
    “It’s not so much that I’m angry, Aoife. But I do think you would be better passed into someone else’s care. Someone less involved. You’re lying to Fiona and you’re lying to me. Every word in your journal is a fabrication. You need to see someone you respect, not the person you think of as the timid boy next door, someone you can twist around your little finger. And what’s more, I have no desire to be treated like that person anymore. We are not a good fit as doctor/patient.”
    When Matt shut the front door behind him, it was with mixed emotions. He knew Aoife thought she could manipulate him too easily. But he would not let that happen. It would do neither of them any justice. And yet, it was so hard to hand her over to someone else’s care. Someone who didn’t care for her like he did. His head pounded with the conflicting thoughts that hammered inside his brain. In spite of everything, she was still his Aoife.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Aoife was delighted when Fiona said she and Pete were going out for the night, it was like winning a real-life, get out of jail free card. She waited for an hour before going out herself for fear Fiona would come back to check on her.
    When she was sure the coast was clear, Aoife walked to the off-license at the end of the road and bought two cans of beer. Although Fiona accused Aoife of drinking too much, that wasn’t true. Aoife seldom permitted herself more than two or absolute max three drinks. Aoife knew alcohol was a downer, and she needed uppers. There was too much crap in her past for her to want to be a maudlin drunk. Sometimes it was an E, sometimes it was pot. It all depended on the mood, occasion, and availability.
    Tonight, she would settle for a bit of pot along with her beer. She was still scared of the E’s even though almost a month had passed. She would have to eat the hash though, because if Fiona smelled it when she got home, nothing surer than she would beg Doctor Dread to have her locked up in some residential detox hellhole.
    It had been a few weeks since Matt had walked out on her and she hadn’t been sleeping properly since he left. Even though he had been back in her life such a short time, he had felt like some sort of talisman, a sign of things getting better, and his leaving spelled doom. When he walked out, so too did her hope. She knew Fiona still spoke to him frequently. That thought bugged the shit out of her. He should be Aoife’s friend, not Fiona’s. Aoife knew him first. She knew how immature and petty that attitude was, but she didn’t give a damn, that was how she felt about it. Aoife couldn’t help wonder if Fiona was having a secret fling with him. Jealousy ate her up.
    Pete, Fiona’s boyfriend, was still on the scene, but Fiona wouldn’t be the first