Chapter 20 - 20

Morgan's pov:

"Is everything okay?"

I blinked, distracting myself from my thoughts. For a moment I had forgotten I was with someone. I raised my head and looked at Winston. He has a worried look on his face.

"I'm okay," I said and smiled. "I had to come in person, and I apologize for taking time out of your busy day."

"It's a Sunday," Winston said with a kind smile. "And I'm always happy to help out a patient. It's my duty."

"Right," I laughed. "It's a Sunday."

"So," Winston said, his head tilted to the side. "What's the problem? Do you feel strange?"

"I have a headache ---" From all the thinking I've been doing, my heart hurts too but I can't tell him that. "---and I don't think I can accept the leave of absence."

"You need to rest, Morgan. Give your body time to recover."

"I know that, and maybe one day I'll go on a month long vacation but...it's not now. "

I have an older sister. I don't know how things are going to change right now , and I can't take a break now. Everything will go to hell if I try it.

"Did anything happen? You don't seem like yourself."

I stared at him, this man who's been nothing but kind to me. I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Not exactly, but nothing I can't handle."

"I understand that yours this amazing CEO, but at the same time you're Morgan. You shouldn't forget that. And whatever is going on that you can't tell me about, I hope you can find a solution to it."

I wish I can find a solution to it too. But I don't know what to do.

I left the house after breakfast, unable to face my father or Sabrina. It's barely been twenty four hours right? And I feel like six months have passed.

My phone vibrated with a text message. I excused myself and took it out. It was a message from an unknown number. I opened the message and glanced through it.

"Are you busy today? I need to talk to you. It's urgent." The message read.

I sighed. "Get a hint, Dante. I don't want to see you." I typed back and blocked the number. Seriously, how many more number will be use and contact me?

"Is everything okay?" Winston asked.

"I think my cortisol levels just spiked." I groaned. "I feel like my head is going to explode and I....wait, you're not a therapist are you?"

He smiled, and his eyes lit up like the sun in the sky after a heavy downpour. "I do have some knowledge in that field."

I laughed, covering my mouth shyly.

"I don't need a therapist however. Maybe something for my head, but not exactly therapy."

"I'll write you a prescription. The thing now is would you actually stick to it?"

No. I probably wouldn't. But at the risk of my stress levels rising even more, I have to do it at least.

"I'll try." I said softly. "I have to. It's for my health after all."

******

I didn't want to go back home.

At the back of my mind I wondered if I was being unreasonable. But then again, I didn't care about it. I summoned all the courage I could after my lunch with Winston and drove back home.

I had hoped that Sabrina would be gone by the time I returned home. Luck was against me, because she was the first person I saw when I opened the front door.

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