Dr. Morris really had a knack for picking the worst topics to bring up.
“I found her,” Julian finally answered. His voice was low, rough around the edges.
Brady shot to his feet, worry written all over his face. “You found her? Then why are you getting worse, not better? Are the rumors about her fake? That can’t be right. If she wasn’t as good as they say, she wouldn’t be so respected in alternative medicine circles.”
He just couldn’t wrap his head around it.
“So if I don’t get treatment from her, what am I supposed to do?”
“Wait to die.”
Julian’s frown deepened, his cold eyes flicking to Brady. “So you’re saying if I don’t have her, I might as well just wait around to die?”
Brady adjusted his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. “Your health is already in pretty bad shape. If this keeps up, you could collapse from sheer exhaustion. Things like a cerebral hemorrhage... they’re not out of the question.”
He wasn’t being dramatic. Julian really was playing with fire at this point.
Brady thought for a second, then added, “Maybe you could try seeing a psychologist again. See if there’s anything left to fight for.”
Julian just stared at him in silence.
“But honestly, I doubt it’ll help much. My advice? Don’t waste your time. You should put your faith in that doctor.”
A strange, unreadable smile tugged at Julian’s lips.
He never imagined it would come to this, relying on Madeline of all people.
Thinking about the way she’d acted earlier that day made his head throb even harder. She was still just as stubborn as she’d been five years ago.



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