“You mean not leaving leaving?” Cameron asks carefully. “Just… leaving for a few hours for the interview?”
I don’t answer.
Connor collapses dramatically into a chair.
“Oh hell. She’s actually leaving.”
“Language,” Maggie snaps automatically.
“But why?” Cameron asks, genuinely confused. “You just took over the clinic. You have…”
He cuts himself off and bites his lip.
“I have what?” I ask, fully aware of where that sentence was going.
“Finn,” Connor blurts out. “You have Finn.”
“I do not have Finn.”
My voice comes out harsh.
“It’s over. That’s all.”
The twins exchange a glance.
“But you love him,” Cameron says like it’s obvious.
“And he loves you,” Connor adds. “Everybody can see it.”
“He doesn’t love me,” I argue immediately.
“How do you know?”
“Because he told me.”
Bitterness coats every word.
Cameron leans forward.
“Wait. Did he literally say, ‘Mary, I don’t love you’?”
“Well… not exactly, but?—”
“Then he didn’t say it,” Connor concludes triumphantly.
“Men are terrible at talking about feelings,” Cameron explains. “Like, catastrophically terrible. Dad took months to tell Mom he loved her.”
“Months,” Connor repeats. “And they were already married!”
“Your father had extenuating circumstances,” Maggie mutters.
“Finn does too,” Cameron argues. “He’s a doctor. Doctors are trained not to feel anything.”
“That is absolutely not how medicine works,” I mutter.
“See?” Connor says immediately. “You’re defending him. You love him.”
“That changes nothing. He doesn’t want me.”
