"Has her condition changed?" I asked, immediately feeling a shot of worry jolt through me since I’d just talked to one of the nurses on her floor less than 30 minutes prior.
"No, but the doctor came through just now to check her chart and has suggested a specialist from out of town. We’ve already called. She'll be coming to see your daughter later today, and we'd appreciate it if you were here to talk to her."
"I can be there. What kind of specialist and what is the doctor’s name?"
"Her name is Doctor Liza Alvarado."
The name hit me like a heavyweight boxer's uppercut, and I almost dropped the phone in shock and didn’t even hear what she specialized in.
"Dr.... Liza Alvarado?"
"Yes. She'll be here at two o'clock, so please ensure you're here by then."
"Uh... okay. Thanks."
I cut off the call, reeling with shock.
"Is something wrong?" asked Vivienne.
"Um, no. They're, uh, they're calling in a specialist to see Jane this afternoon, and I need to be there."
"Oh. What kind of specialist? I heard you say a name there."
"Oh, uh, I don't know. Someone from out of town."
And for the third time today, I was telling a lie. I did know Liza. I knew her very well, in fact – she had been my first love, the woman I had loved with all my heart – and the woman who had torn my heart to pieces.
Chapter Twenty-One
Vivienne
I noticed a strange look come over Everett's face as he was speaking on the phone, and it stayed there long after he cut the call off. I couldn't tell what it was, really – only that whatever it was had certainly affected him deeply. Also, it was plainly obvious that he was trying to hide his feelings. When I asked him about it, he just said that some new specialist from out of town had been called in to help with Jane. I didn't know why this in itself would be upsetting, but I decided not to push it.
"Alright," I said. "Well, I sure do hope that this new specialist will be able to help Jane."
"Yeah," he mumbled, looking as if he was very far away and totally lost in his thoughts. "Yeah, me too."
"Do you have to go see her?"
"Yeah, she's, uh, she's gonna be there at two o' clock this afternoon."
"Well, I can come and see what she has to say."
"No, no you don't need to," he stammered. "I'll just go on my own this time," he said a little too quickly.
"Are you sure? It really is no trouble at all for me to come along and give you a shoulder to lean on."
"No, no. Really, I'll be just fine on my own. I just, I just want to have a little alone time with Jane."
"I understand. Well, anyway, that's still a while away, and I do have some stuff I'd like to do myself. Do you think it's safe for me to go across to my house? I really have to get my laptop. I need to make some Skype calls."
He scratched his chin, thinking carefully about this.
"Well, while it would appear that Simon hasn't set up any obvious surveillance devices, we can't be too careful. How about you stay here and I go across there and pick up whatever you need?"
This was starting to get more and more frustrating. I was beginning to feel like a prisoner here, especially seeing as now I couldn't leave without Everett's permission, it seemed.
"But you don't know where all of my stuff is," I protested. "Look, can't you just go outside and have a look up and down the street to make sure it's safe, and then if it is, I'll go across to my place. I'll keep all my drapes closed and all the doors and windows closed and locked. I just... I don't like being forced to hide like this. It's no way to live! I feel like... I feel like a prisoner."