She nodded. I don’t think he sees me.
Are you sure you’re okay? The more she listens, the brighter she becomes. Her face flushes and her eyes shine with happy tears.She’s so obviously in love with him I expect to see heart bubbles floating around the room. Are they having an affair?
I wanted to come, she whispers again. After a series of murmured okays, she hangs up the phone. He’s all right. She beams. Her whole body is aglow with relief.That’s great, I say.She takes the forms from my hands. I wait as she reads through them.
Would you like to hear some good news? she asks.Of course I would. I nod slowly.
I’ve seen lots of cases like this, and I think you’ll be okay.
I don’t know what I was expecting her to say, but certainly not this.―Mr. Grey?" she said again, because she‘d never seen him like this. And while she could not claim an extensive acquaintance, she knew that something was terribly wrong. His face was still and taut, and his eyes were somewhere else.
They were right there in his head, looking at a spot beyond her shoulder, and yet it was as if he wasn‘t there at all.―Mr. Grey?" she said again, and this time she gave his arm a little squeeze, as if she might wake him up. He jumped, and his head snapped in her direction. He looked at her for several seconds before she thought he actually saw her, and even then he blinked several times before saying,
―My apologies."She did not know what to say to that. There was nothing he could possibly need to apologize for.