43 Aheavylumpformedinmythroat.
Ill justforwardthefootagetoyou.
Okay.Thankyou.Somuch.
Thecallended.
Iinhalednervously.
WhileIwashurting,Icouldntshakeoffthefeelingthatsomethingmightvehappenedtomethat night.SomethingIdidnotremember.
Ieagerlywaitedforthefootage,butthemanagerappearedtobe slow,and untilIreachedmydestination,thefootagedidnotcome.
Istaredatthetallbuildinginfrontofme.
Ugh.WasImakingtherightdecision? Yes.
Grabbingmybagandfile,Isteppedoutofthecar,intoTCH.

Theplacewasbrightandbusy.
Large,glasswindowslinedone wall,allowingnaturallighttofloodthe space.Colorfulartworkadornedthewalls,providingsmallburstsofwarmthamidtheclinicalatmosphere.
Thereceptiondeskbuzzedwith activityascallswereansweredandvisitorsweredirected.
Sittinginthereception,IputacallthroughtothewomanIwassupposedtomeet.ItoldherIwasthere,andin afewminutes,shejoinedme.
WhenItoldfatheraboutmyplan,hegavemehercontact,sayingshewasanoldfriendandwouldlinkmeup.
Goodmorning,maam.IgreetedherasIstoodwithmybag.
Lyric,dear.Howreyoudoing? Imfine.
Sheaccessedme.ThenameisHelen.Congratulations,onbecomingtheLunaofDarkspire.
IbitmylipasIloweredmyeyes.
WhatIshouldbegettingwassympathy,notcongrats.
Sheledintotheelevatorwherewewentuptothefourthfloor.

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YourfathertellsmeyourequitegoodatwhatyoudoHelensaidaswewalkeddownthecorridor.
Yes.AndIlovehelpingpeople.Iwasa littledistractedbytheglimpseofsickpeopleIsawthrough thewindows.Then,Ibelieveyoullbeofgreathelphere.Westoppedinfrontofadoor.Sheistheheadofthisdepartment.Ialreadytoldheryouwerecomingandputinagoodwordforyou.Dontworry,Imsureyoullgetthis.Shewinkedatme.Knockingonceonthedoor,sheopenedthedoortoafamiliarfacebehindthedesk.IfrozeforamomentasIlockedeyeswithMarta.
Huh?Shewastheheadofthisdepartment? Hello,Marta.ShestheladyItoldyouabout,Helenintroduced,steppingintotheroomaheadofme.
Oh.Martaseemedsurprised.Thendispleased.
Forcingmylegsto move,Imademywayintotheoffice,myfingersfiddlingwiththestrapofmybag.
Helenwinkedatmeandleft.
Lyric.Martasvoiceheldnowarmth.Takeaseat.
Idid.
Glancingather,abittermemoryfromthatnightresurfaced,reopeninghealingwounds.
Fournightsago,onthenightJarisandIhadmated,IhadbeenheadingtohisroomtoseeifIcouldgetan answerfromhim.Then,IfoundMartaleaving.
Shewaswearingaredrevealingdress, tryingtostraightenherruffledhair.Ididntneedanyonetotellmethoselipshadbeenkissed.Andwhensawme,shehadwornatriumphantsmile.

Iwasbeyondwounded.IcouldntbelievethatJarishadsleptwithheronanightlikethat.Iunderstoodthat wewerenot 1/2 43 supposedtohaveanyformof romance,buthowcouldhedisrespectourbondlikethat? Youwanttoworkhere?Martaasked,pullingmeoutofmypainfultrance.
Iswallowedthelumpinmythroat,forcingmycomposureon.Yes.
Why? Iscoffed.Whatdoyoumeanwhy?Whydodoctorsworkhere? Herexpressionturnedrigid.Iaminterviewingyou,Lyric.So,Idsuggestyouwatchyourwords.
Right.Isuppressedtheurgetorollmyeyes.IwanttoworkherebecauseIwanttohelppeople,asmuchasIcan.
Hergazelingeredonmebeforesheloweredthemtomyfile.Shefrowned.Youhaventworkedinahospitalbefore? Thequestionmademealittleedgy.Um….Ihave.Ijust…Ididntgettohaveitonmyresume.
Whysthat?Wereyoukickedoutorwhat? Ididntgiveananswer.
Wherewasthis? Oh,no.Icouldntanswerthat.NobodycouldeverknowwhereitwasorwhatIhaddonethere.
Imsorry,Icantanswerthat.Iloweredmyeyestomylegs.
Ididntneedtolookupathertoknowshewasdispleased.
Well,IguessImalsosorry,sheclosedmyfile,slidingittome.ButwedontacceptamateurshereinTCh.So,Icantacceptyou.