For a moment, the room fell silent.
Then he laughed.
Not because he hadn’t understood me.
Because he didn’t believe me.
«Another excuse,» he said. «You always have an excuse whenever you don’t want to do something.»
Margaret finally looked up.
Instead of asking whether I was okay, she frowned at my hospital shirt.
«You could have at least changed your clothes before coming home looking like that.»
I stared at both of them.
For weeks, my doctor had been telling me to rest.
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