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do is ...” she responded, “ ... I’m
going to give you this questionnaire. I want you to fill it out for me, and
then I’ll get a better indication of how you’re really feeling?”
    She opened a folder on her lap and passed me the paperwork. I
flicked through it and noted the forty-two questions.
    “I want you to answer them and circle the statement that applied to
you most in the past week. And there’s no right or wrong answers. Just be
completely honest.”
    I picked up the pen from the table and started to read the
questions. Allison turned her attention to Riley and lowered her voice.
    “So Riley, did you ever marry?” she whispered.
    I noted Riley shake his head.
    “I tried it once,” she continued. “Didn’t go for it much really. He
just wasn’t the right man. I think the right man got away from me years ago.”
    What? I looked
up from the paperwork I was meant to be filling out. Allison ran her fingers
through her hair and I watched as it fell back into place perfectly, her white
smile locked onto Riley.
    “Oh sorry, Lizzie. Please keep writing,” she said. “Maybe we should
step outside Riley and let Lizzie concentrate. That questionnaire is very
important to her treatment.”
    Riley looked at me, worried.
    “Sure.” He stood and took my hand. “I’ll be right outside. Yell out
if you need me, okay?”
    “No, you don’t have to go. I can concentrate just fine,” I said,
holding his hand tightly.
    “Really, Lizzie,” interrupted Allison. “You shouldn’t have any
distractions.” With that, Riley squeezed my hand and she ushered him out the
door, closing it behind her.
    Damn. I’d already decided I didn’t like Allison and that I probably
didn’t want to tell her my darkest fears, so what was the point of filling out
this stupid questionnaire? I stood and opened the door. Allison had her back to
me, standing right between Riley and myself.
    “Are you okay?” asked Riley, realizing I was staring at them.
    “Yes, but I just remembered I was supposed to do that thing for Mum.
Maybe I could rebook this appointment and come back another day?” I had every
intention of cancelling the rebooking.
    “What thing?” asked Riley.
    “Oh, you know ... I told you about it last night.”
    Shit . Why did men have to be so slow on the uptake some days? Surely
Riley could tell I was trying my hardest to make something up just to get out
of here. He looked at me, his eyes soft. He knew.
    Allison moved towards me. “Lizzie, it’s really important you put
your health before anything else. I’m sure your mum won’t mind waiting a little
longer for you to do whatever it is that needs doing.” She moved to close the
door again. “The quicker you answer those questions, the quicker it will be
finished and you can go and do whatever you need to.” She walked close to me,
forcing me backwards into the room. When I was in far enough, she smiled and
closed the door.
    I sighed and sat back down. Maybe I should send Riley a text message
asking him to help me out of here. I then quickly pulled out my phone and sent
a text to Riley. Get me out of here , I typed and pressed send. I jiggled my leg as I waited for the
door to open. Instead my phone vibrated, indicating I had received a message. I
swiped it open.
    No xoxo.
    Bloody hell. Now what? I sighed again and looked at the paper still
in my hands. As much as I hated to admit it, maybe Allison was right—the sooner
I completed it, the sooner I could go home.
    All right ... here goes. It had a rating scale, zero meaning it
didn’t apply to me at all and three meaning that it applied to me very much. Okay,
this didn’t seem too hard. I started to read the questions but I could hear
Allison’s voice from outside the room.
    I tried to shake off the jealousy and concentrate, my breathing
getting shallow and rapid.
    She laughed, the sound resembling a tinkling bell. My heart missed
a beat.
    Concentrate Lizzie.
    Okay. Question one - I find myself getting