Holden touched the bump on his forehead.
"Winifred," he called out into the room.
She glanced up. He immediately forced a smile.
"Winifred... I got hurt."
Her gaze slid indifferently past his face and returned to her mortar and pestle.
Holden tapped the lump on his head. "Am I... invisible?"
He laughed bitterly. "I thought it was a doctor's duty to heal the wounded. Are you just going to let me suffer, Dr. Shultz?"
Winifred kept grinding the herbs, her eyes lowered.
"If you're sick, go to a hospital. This is a research lab."
Holden shifted his weight, wincing as his bruised groin flared with pain. His legs shook as he dragged himself further into the room.
He stopped right beside her, purposely keeping his hand near the massive bump on his head, making sure she couldn't miss it.
"You've got pain relief powder right there. Why don't you put some on me?"
"This isn't for you."
"Oh? And who is it for, Dr. Shultz?"
"For my children's father." Winifred picked up the mortar and moved to the inner room.
Holden limped after her.
"I drank too much yesterday. It was bad—alcohol poisoning. They had to pump my stomach. My gut still hurts so much I can barely walk. Look, my legs are totally weak."
As he spoke, his eyes scanned her workstation.
There was an antique wooden tray divided into dozens of tiny compartments, each holding a different herb.
It was clearly the prep station for the wellness pills.
Right in front of him, Winifred picked up the wooden tray and pulled it close to her chest, physically blocking it from his view.
She wouldn't even let him look at it. Holden chuckled darkly.
"Let me guess... that's for your kids' dad, too?"
Winifred ignored him.
He let out a shaky breath.
"You faked your death! You tricked me! You didn't even consider that me divorcing you was just a temporary strategy to keep you safe!"
"I thought, after growing up together, you'd understand my intentions! I thought we had a psychic connection!"
"I thought after I settled everything, we'd be back together!"
"I thought... you loved me. I thought you were waiting for me!"
"But all I found... was your grave!"
"The people in Emerald Town told me your car plunged into the river on your way home for the funeral!"
"I was broken. I tore into your grave with my bare hands. I sat by that river for days, trying to drag up a body that wasn't there!"
"I went insane looking for you!"
"I ran everywhere like a walking corpse. I almost died doing it."
"And you... didn't leave a single trace."
"I couldn't find you, but I wanted to see you so badly..."
"So I brought out Iris Morgan. I knew you hated her. I thought if you saw me with her, you'd come out of hiding! You'd come scream at me, fight for me, claim me back!"

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