Love Faded

Synopsis

It was the fifth year since my divorce from Julian Cole. We ran into each other in the emergency corridor of the hospital. He was holding his adopted daughter, Chloe Foster, who was burning up with a fever. Sweat covered his forehead, his shirt was smeared with her vomit, and he looked like a complete mess. Meanwhile, I was wearing a white coat as a specialist, my makeup perfectly done, about to pick up my fiancé from getting off work. As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately.As he passed by, he grabbed my wrist, almost desperately. His voice was hoarse, urgent, and somehow so familiar as he asked, "Vivian, do you still have those fever meds you always carry? Chloe's feeling really awful." I stopped in my tracks and calmly brushed his hand off my wrist. Then, I took out an alcohol wipe from my bag right in front of him, and slowly, almost deliberately, cleaned the spot where he'd touched me. Once and twice. After doing all this, I threw the wipe into the trash and pointed toward the registration desk at the end of the hall. I replied, "Julian, this is a hospital. You need to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine. "Besides, I don't have the habit of carrying meds with me anymore. Because the guy who always made me worry sick when he got ill, and would freeze me out over the smallest thing, isn't my husband now."