Free to Breathe by Tracey Jerald

Author:Tracey Jerald [Jerald, Tracey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tracey Jerald
Published: 2019-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

27

Corinna

I don’t keep an office at the mansion because frankly, kitchens and electronics don’t mix well. Cassidy prints out everything I need to know and tacks it up in my kitchen. Recipes are kept under lock and key on laminated sheets of paper in the same cupboard as my knives. If that’s not a deterrent, I don’t know what is. The only items I keep in there out of necessity are my mounted voice-activated speakers that operate my Spotify playlist, and the phone which sits in a corner.

As a result, it isn’t until I’m at home that I get a chance to pull up my company email and calendar to see what was added to it by my efficient sister. Sitting with a glass of wine, I take a large mouthful before opening the message from Bryan.

To: Freeman, Corinna

From: Moser, Bryan MD

RE: Upcoming Appointments

Dear Miss Freeman.

Attached you will find the schedule of your upcoming appointments. I trust the dates and times are agreeable amidst your busy schedule. Should you have any difficulties, please contact Dr. Braddock’s secretary, as I was forced to deal with yours earlier.

Cordially,

Dr. Moser.

I spew my wine everywhere. Men and their fragile egos. I hope it has nothing to do with their dick size, or Bryan’s got to have some massive problems getting laid. I use the napkin I brought over with my wine to wipe off the screen of my laptop. Even though I know Cassidy’s meticulously entered in my appointments, I want to get an idea of what I’m facing over the upcoming months.

Opening the attachment, I’m not surprised at my physical getting moved earlier. I make a mental note to switch primary care doctors eventually. I want no association with anyone or anything having to do with Jack O’Brien’s practice. Continuing my perusal, I see blood work. Ugh, another series of MRIs, and one takes two hours? Now that my family knows, they can just drug my ass for those.

Then I pause. A psychologist? Why the hell do I need to talk with some quack? After Phil, Cass, and Em ensured Ali, Holly, and I weren’t permanently scarred by what happened to us, I no longer felt the need to bare my soul to someone outside of my immediate family. What the hell are they trying to learn? Whether or not some mental deprivation caused my brain tumor?

Snagging my phone up, I quickly pound out a text to Bryan.

I just saw the schedule. Why on earth do I need to see some shrink to have you operate on my head?

The little dots move, pause, then finally his text comes through.

This is after regular business hours, Ms. Freeman. Please contact my secretary with any questions about your schedule.

And those two simple lines put me over the edge. Five years of emotional support, and I’m supposed to trust my life to you because you get into a snit? What if there’s a blade in your hand after we have a spat in pre-op? I hit Send. I’m so done.

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