It's been three and a half months since Victor abandoned me, and I now find myself in Denise's clinic, finally mustering the courage to undergo a medical check-up, as these past months have taken a severe toll on me...
My gaze shifts to Denise, who clutches a crumpled piece of paper that has become wrinkled due to her firm grip.
Her expression seems to hide a deep well of anger, as evidenced by her frequent and heavy sighs.
"I'm grateful that your baby is doing fine... I'm relieved that you've finally had the sense to come and see me on your own... But really, what were you doing with your life in the past months? You didn't even make an effort to contact me! I'm your sole friend, and you didn't even respond to my calls.... And now, all of a sudden, you show up for a check-up to find out the state of your condition!?" She says, her patience appearing to have worn thin.
