Break it to Love by Secret Narrative

Author:Secret Narrative
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Secret Narrative
Published: 2014-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

‘He seems all right, and like the rest of us, he’s concerned about you. What do you think, Phil? Do you like him?’ Sara Michaels fixed on her husband.

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘Do you like him, Lizzie?’ At Phil’s gentle questioning, Lizzie dissolved into sobs.

Jumping up, knocking his chair over, Phil scooped her into his arms and carried the precious cargo to the sofa.

‘Get her quilt, Sara, and call the doctor, she’s in a dreadful way, look at her. Why didn’t we see it? She’s like a shadow, barely here at all, if it weren’t for the tears, you’d never know there was a little soul inside her. She’s hollow. Go phone the doctor, Sara, and make him come out... There, there, don’t cry, please try and stop. You’ll make yourself ill.’

‘No, not the doctor, please, Sara, don’t call the doctor. I’ll be okay.’ Lizzie coughed words while her sister tucked the quilt around her.

‘But you can’t go on like this, if you’re not better by tomorrow, we insist that you go and see someone first thing on Monday. Charlie told us you’d been off work too. You didn’t say that you missed work. When did you miss work?’

‘Oh, he’s got it wrong. It was the weekend we worked overtime when I stayed away from home. I wasn’t off sick at all. He must have mixed me up with someone else.’

‘Hmm,’ said Sara. She liked Charlie in spite of her husband’s reservations; he genuinely appeared to care for Lizzie, though evidently, he had little time for Scott Worth.

‘Charlie and Scott don’t get along?’

‘Leave the girl alone, Sara, she needs rest, not the Inquisition.’

‘Charming. There’s no need to be rude, Phil. There’s something that doesn’t add up. I won’t rest until I find out what it is.’

Lizzie inert, eyes closed, heard the sound of the argument fade in and out. Guilt weighed heavy, confusion scurried her thoughts into a scattered scrimmage. She would have to confide in Sara at some point, even though she had fallen for Green’s crap. Weird didn’t begin to cover it, he was gross, and his presence made her feel like vomiting. As if she needed any help in that department, she’d hardly done anything but throw up over the past few days.

‘Can you manage some soup?’ Sara fussed, rearranging the quilt.

‘Tomato?’

‘Of course, tomato. Isn’t it the only flavour when you’re feeling down?’

‘Yes, please.’

‘And after that, will you text Summer and see if she’s free to visit tomorrow?’

‘Okay.’

‘Good. That’s settled then. Switch on the TV, Phil, find something fun, then come into the kitchen and lend me a hand.’

‘Certainly, my little dictator,’ saluted Phil, clicking his heels together.

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