Sophie stared at him for a long while…
Then she suddenly turned, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.
"Sophie!" He only managed to call her name once.
The front door slammed shut with a loud "bang."
From a distance came Sophie's voice: "Eat by yourself first. I'm going to the supermarket to buy ingredients—I'll be back soon."
Her old Ford runabout had been fixed. Though it was ancient and beat-up, as long as it could get her from point A to point B, she had no plans to replace it.
After lunch, Sophie accompanied Ned to the hospital for his follow-up appointment and to change his dressings.
"How are you feeling? In the few days since you were discharged, have you started to vaguely recall anything from the past?" Dr. Kent, the psychologist, asked Ned kindly. He was one of the more senior psychotherapists at the hospital, around fifty years old.
