Six months had passed since he'd walked out the door with his suitcase, and he hadn't returned. Three months was all it took for Liz to understand that her father wasn't coming home. Two months was all it took for him to put her in my place. Denise called me several times, although the idea of ​​divorce was against her moral principles, she tried to support me and convince me to back down. But, it wasn't my decision. It was our weariness. It was the extremity of years with a dripping glass. One hour, no more. And when I saw the photo of Priyanka lying next to him in that bed on what was supposed to be a business trip, I was exhausted. I was so exhausted from everything! Perhaps Nicholas had given me no reason. It could be that I overreacted the 99 times I accused him. But, in that single photograph there was every reason for me to freak out another 99. I wasn't actually the accused 99 times, but... There were many, declared. The undeclared accusations, the mental breakdowns that I suffered in silence, these, if they didn't reach that number, were even greater. My mother spent a month at my house. I didn't have the strength to go on, not even for Liz, my three-year-old girl. Divorce is like mourning someone who has passed away. Really, literally, it's a death. A loss. The end, where only memories will remain. My memories with Nicholas had been turbulent. When we met and got involved, in a casual situation of two strangers getting to know each other, I never thought I would get where I am. Me, a simple woman. Just a micro-entrepreneur, whose little bistro didn't make it to three stars. He, an international singer. I had been in the United States for two years with a newly opened business. French and trained inThe blue cordon, adventures were the goal I pursued. And I don't know why at the time, I thought I wouldn't find them in France. Perhaps, because the neighbor's grass is always the greenest. It was another mild day with few but loyal customers. The pen in the corner of my mouth, with the tip already ruined, was a sign of a bad habit I had when I was studying. Alex was waiting tables, and I was concentrating on taking notes on a new recipe. When he interrupted me saying that “a famous person entered the restaurant”, I immediately jumped out of my chair and ran to the kitchen. I put on my apron, straightened up and walked to the table to receive Nicholas Cassano. He paid no attention tochef present, but he wasn't rude at all. I was accompanied by other people, whom I would only find out later, who were workmates. He ordered and from then on, his figure was a constant visitor in my bistro. So we got involved bit by bit. At the time, he was engaged to Priyanka Chopra. He was tired of being Nicholas Cassano, even though he loved his job. He was at his peak and on a tightrope. At the height of his career. At the height of the media. At the peak of popularity. I remember Priyanka walking into the bistro one day, he and I just chatting while he waited for his order, and the woman was extremely nice to me. So I walked out of there, leaving them alone and discreetly looked at both of them before going into the kitchen. He was staring at me. I knew something was off in my heart, and I knew something was off between them. Nicholas was at the height of many women too, and the constant rumors came after the end of the engagement. My heart ached, because this was no ordinary guy. And I was an ordinary woman who couldn't handle any of that. Nicholas Cassano was on the tightrope of love, on the tightrope of the certainties of his life, on the tightrope of the media and everything in his life was a lot. It was intense. ANDSo I decided I needed to be fully focused on my business. After all, I was there for adventures. I spent three weeks immersed in the restaurant, sleeping between the counter and the tables, all night long structuring recipes and menus. I needed a few more stars. Alex, my right hand man there, gave me all the support. On the day that the gastronomy critics came to evaluate the menu, in order to issue a note in the society columns – which could make or break my bistro –, Nicholas Cassano walked through the door of the restaurant. I didn't let myself be shaken by his presence. It hadn't appeared in a while and I didn't know the result of the review as soon as the critics left the restaurant, allowing me to breathe, but I was satisfied with my work. Nicholas and I talked. He wished me luck, and I advised him of some difficulties I was experiencing. I should have stopped there. When the result of the criticism came out it was my dream come true. My three stars came from that day. I was inhall of gastronomic columns. And Nicholas was supportive after that by recommending the place in short interviews. It was enough for vicious speculations of our relationship - until then non-existent - to arise and put my stars almost in the hot seat. He walked away. But it wasn't enough. In France, the early death of my stepfather fell like a bomb on my head. I had my father, whom I loved very much and had an excellent relationship with, but my stepfather was also with me when I needed him the most, since we lived with him and my mother. With his passing, I closed the restaurant in its heyday. I was at the height of gastronomy, at the height of my career, at the height of achievement. And suddenly I found myself on the tightrope of life. I traveled to France, and stayed there for two months. Alex insisted that I not give up, insisted that I return. I tasked him with reopening the bistro, I still didn't want to go back. But, one hour I came back. And when I returned, Nicholas was waiting for me. He showed there that he was involved in me, but that he knew he couldn't be enough for me. Scheduled tours, awards, campaigns... I told him to leave calmly, after all, I was also restructuring myself. I should have dismissed it, but I actually left the door open. I was already foolishly wrapped up in the fantasy that was Cassano in my mind. . His family started going to the restaurant. They got to know me. They became part of a routine. And me too. What we didn't know was that the relationship troubled by gossip, divergent dreams, jealousy, incompatibility of schedules, and a terrible phase of Cassano's stardom, should already be enough foreshadowing for us to stop. But, I was completely and madly in love with him. And he said he was in love with me, which did not make it possible for someone with a minimum of lucidity and common sense to break with the evil at its root. Six months had passed since he'd walked out the door with his suitcase, and he hadn't returned. On the thirtieth day of that semester, the photos were boxed. No picture frames. Liz was smiling as if she were used to this new routine. I didn't cry, and I didn't smile either. Just reacted. Was necessary. I was trying to start over. — Good morning Denise. – I greeted my ex-mother-in-law who was waiting at the door of my house. "How are you, Katharine?" She asked taking Liz in her lap. - Good, and you? - Equally. Are you sure you don't want to come with us? “I appreciate it, but family events are no longer my business. “By Liz, you need to be more flexible, darling. “It's Frankie's birthday, not Liz's. Send my regards to the youngest. Denise nodded silently, and I turned to my daughter. I kissed her and hugged her. The two headed to Denise's car, and I to my garage. The morning was just as busy as the evening. Tiffany was in the annex to the closed room, cleaning it and laying out the tables. Alex organized reservations at reception. The few customers in the cafe part were smiling happily as they were served. I loved going into my bistro at those times. The busy life outside was also running inside, but in such a cozy way that it slowed down time, making me perceive few or no problems. I took a deep breath leaving Katharine despondent out of the restaurant and I entered distributing cheerful and attentive greetings to customers and employees. I left my purse in my small office, and I was already putting on my apron then walking quickly to the kitchen. The buzz of minechefs assistants and the clanking of pots infected me. - Good Morningchef! — Good morning cooks! How is everything? – I asked going from pot to pot, hand to hand. — All in order, the fresh anchovies arrived earlier this morning and I asked the supplier to try to keep to the schedule, as the service was very early for us,chef. "Excellent Jackson!" Later I will reinforce the request. My hands were pushing up the sleeves of my uniform when Alex appeared in the kitchen doorway. — Katharine before you get your hands magnificently dirty, I need to warn you that the franchisors expect you. "Oh dear, did they really come?" I complained and the laughter in the kitchen and Alex's bored face made me resolve that matter once and for all. A breakfast company wanted to provide me with equipment and facilities in order to make my cafe their franchise. I had already said that there was no interest in outsourcing a portion of my services. That was inadmissible! In addition to stealing personality, it would go against the mission of my business. People saw my restaurant as less valuable than its stars indicated, and all because of the scandals with the Cassano name in the past. All because I didn't put enough effort into transforming the bistro into something for the high elite. I didn't want it to be tainted by labels, or exclusionary because it was frequented by famous, wealthy, and just that. No From Katharine all were public. A space for those who want to enjoy good cuisine and good times. Unfortunately, for most franchises, the bistro had potential for having my name linked to Nicholas and my three – but potential – stars. And for me, franchises were the leeches in my business. As soon as I dismissed them I returned to the kitchen. I faced everyone who stopped curious to observe me, looking for an answer about that. I raised my hands in front of everyone who was listening, and I clapped them together as if to wipe them. Laughter and expressions of obviousness and relief were present. I shook my head from side to side negatively and smiled. Soon I had my apron dirty, and the sleeves of my uniform clean, like achef that is worth it

“Don't let it burn. Don't let it fade.” My back burned. It had been a busy day, and a busy night at the restaurant, thank God. I took my hair out of the bun held by a pen. Anyone who saw me at that moment would judge me as an exhausted waitress rather than a chef, although both work exhaustively. I called Antoine as I collected my bag from the office, and he answered as I closed the bistro. — Hey! Is at home? I asked. — Oh! Sorry Katharine! I completely forgot! I rolled my eyes and threw my head back, still standing in the doorway of my already closed establishment. "It's okay, Antoine. Nicholas called you? - Not. If I had, I wouldn't have forgotten to pick up Liz. "Okay, talk to you later bro. I'll work it out. He said goodbye and I hurried to my car. Antoine had said that he could pick Liz up at the apart-hotel where Nicholas would be staying after the family party, however, that inconvenience would be inevitable. I texted my daughter's father before starting the car. I was driving calmly, but agile, when Nicholas's call on the display worried me and I quickly answered: “Hello, I'm driving. Don't worry, I'm on my way to the hotel. She is sleeping? "Good night Katharine." Okay? – he asked calmly. I hated it when Nicholas was polite to me only to piss me off like he was doing. “I'm sorry, but Antoine had an unforeseen event. I only found out now that I left the bistro. — Okay, I found his delay strange and as I know you wouldn't allow my daughter to sleep with me without prior planning, I brought her to your house. She is sleeping. – he spoke as always, stinging my rigid stance on matters relating to Liz. “Okay, I won't be long. “Katharine! Come carefully, no need to run. If you don't mind... - He stopped talking pondering something. “Nicholas I'm driving, it would be nice to avoid getting too busy on the line, so please keep it short. "It's just that I still have the key." – he said bluntly. "Then go in, put her on her bed and wait for me to come, please." I quickly disconnected the call. My mind tried to imagine the reasons why he still had my key. I clearly didn't ask her back as the contact between us was minimal. And since the divorce came out and Nicholas gave up our house so I could live with Liz, I didn't think that was the kind of thing he'd have anymore. My head threatened to hurt. I gave the arrow when I identified the return on the road and I hurried to get home soon. Nicholas Cassano's scent in that house again was something I couldn't deal with once I started to recover. I opened the automatic garage door and parked. He appeared in the doorway with his arms crossed and to see him there in the doorway like that... It was like a vision of the past. Only the smile was missing. I didn't face him to avoid too many memories. I opened the back door of the car, and removed the box with the leftover vegetables, and some vegetables. From time to time I would bring home some goodies. At the restaurant we reuse everything, even the peels. And what we made from it was donated to institutions, to employees who wanted to take it, and to my house. Nicholas walked up to me without my noticing and took the box from my hand, smiling politely. I greeted him with “good night” without smiling, and thanked him for his help. I slammed the car door locking it and pulling away. Nicholas followed me inside. I tossed my purse on the couch and pulled off my jacket. I left the jacket on the sofa as Nicholas entered. “Put the box in the kitchen, please. I took off my shoes leaving them lying next to the couch too. Nicholas stared at me leaning against the American kitchen counter. As soon as I felt my feet on the ground, I put my hands in my hair, relieved to shake them. “You're thinner. - he said cutting the silence. I looked at him sideways, suspicious. My shirt was short. It was an old blouseRamones, from when I was still a teenager. It was a blouse Nicholas loved. I cleared my throat and said, changing the subject: "I'm going to see Liz and I'll be right back." I walked to the bedroom and the little child was sleeping angelically, little did I know that the parents were again, after so long, under the same roof. I kissed my daughter's forehead and stroked her hair crouched by her bed. When I got up to leave, Nicholas was watching us from the bedroom door. I turned away from his gaze that roamed my body stopping at the blouse. I was thinner, really. I haven't been hungry for three months. I passed him at the door, and he barely made a point of stepping aside to let me through. Back in the living room, Nicholas sat down on the couch and I glared at him disgruntled. I was tired, and I didn't believe he would stay there playing that kind of game, as if we were friends. "Sorry to bother bringing you." I said sitting down on the sofa. - She is my daughter. It's not a nuisance, don't worry. I sighed tiredly. I didn't have the strength to start an argument with him. "Why didn't you go to Frankie's birthday?" “Why should I go? I replied. “You don't have to cut ties with my family. “I didn't. And they know it. I just don't have to attend family events where I don't feel comfortable. An uncomfortable silence fell, and I took the opportunity to walk away. I went to the kitchen to put away the food I had brought. Nicholas rose to his feet, looking around. - Are you alright? "Don't I look good?" I asked directly. - It's thinner. – he repeated for the second time that night. “I'm sorry I didn't stuff myself with chocolates and become fat enough to be unattractive. “You will never stop being attractive, Katharine. I closed the fridge door drinking my glass of water and when I heard it I knocked the glass over the sink. "What is Nicholas trying to do?" “I'm just trying to make conversation. - Do not try. Our affairs concern Katharine only. - I care about you. It's my father's duty too, since she lives with her mother. I snorted in a sarcastic laugh. “I'm fine, Nicholas. Don't think I'm going to fail my daughter. — Katharine. It doesn't have to be like that. We had a history that must be respected, don't be so harsh, okay? — Don't talk to me about respect... Honestly! What you want after all? That we are great friends after all? “I just want us to get along, for Liz's sake. "I think we're getting along too well." We don't have to live with each other for that. "Okay... Well, take care Katharine." He headed for the exit without much delay, but quickly came back remembering to give me the copy of the key. I was close to the door to lock it and he took my hand and placed the key in my palm saying just one sentence: — The decor was better with the picture frames. I wanted to hit him. What did he intend? What good are scattered photographs, leaving traces of memories if those images lied? “I'm sure, I'm not being rude, but it's just your atitude. It's tearing me apart, it's ruining everything”. It was three-twenty in the morning when I called Antoine, alarmed. Liz was moaning in pain and was pale. I touched her tummy and she cried even more, the pain seemed to be so much that my daughter couldn't stop crying. In desperation I called Antoine who was willing to take us to the hospital, but I was already preparing everything to go as soon as possible. I just asked him to meet me there. In the emergency, empty, the doctor evaluated Liz who was still crying. Antoine was waiting for us outside the room. When the doctor and I left the room to talk, we left Liz medicated and sleepy with the children's nurse in tow. Antoine approached me, worried, hugging me, and attentive to what the doctor was going to say. "Are you her father?" – he asked my brother, whom he hadn't met yet. We were going to answer, but Nicholas's voice behind us made me freeze. - Not. I am. He walked over, extending his hand in greeting to the doctor, and I stared at Antoine with a confused expression. “Thanks for calling me, Rob. – he said to my brother and looked at me worriedly: — How is she? — Now she is medicated and Dr. Rhodes was about to explain to us what happened. “I'm sorry, but . . . It wasn't Dr. Hunter her pediatrician? – Nicholas asked the doctor sharply as if he had some fault. "Over three months ago, Dr. Hunter retired Nicholas. Daniel has been taking care of Liz ever since. Cassano's posture was unbelievable. However, every time he got nervous, Nicholas was impulsive. I discreetly apologized to the doctor who looked at me with patience and understanding. "I think you meant Dr. Daniel, isn't it Katharine? Nicholas asked me directly, in a judgmental way. - Not. I said Daniel, which is the name of the doctor who has been taking care of our daughter for over three months. My answer was enough to make Nicholas feel like he'd crossed a line. Antoine and I didn't understand anything, and Daniel just straightened his lab coat, concentrating on giving us the news: — It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Cassano. Liz talked a lot about you in all the last appointments. Nicholas confirmed with a nod and was embarrassed by his posture. I could tell by the way his gaze was straight and his smile fake. I smile discreetly. There wasn't a movement of Nicholas's I didn't recognize, not a thought I didn't guess. Surely he would be muttering in his head “unnecessary Nicholas”, as he said every time he caught himself committing an attitude, really, unnecessary. — Well, I need to explain some more complex issues to you, so I'd like you to accompany me to my office. - Rhodes said looking at me as if he expected an answer. “Antoine, can you keep Liz company while we talk to Dr. Rhodes? I asked and my brother promptly said hugging me and going to the little one's room. I followed the doctor who started to walk in front, and Nicholas followed after watching us. As soon as he noticed that the doctor was already saying some things to me, he quickened his steps, coming to my side. "So that might be it?" I asked the doctor as Nicholas approached. "You can, Katharine." But, I'll explain it better for you. I sighed and walked into the office being followed by Nicholas. We sat in the chairs in front of the table, and Daniel also sat in his chair. He removed the stethoscope from around his neck, placing it on the table, and relaxed as he spoke to us: — As you informed me last month, Liz has a family history of diabetes, and according to the latest tests, we were aware of this possibility. - What? I don't understand. Nick asked me directly. — Liz's last routine exam showed that she had possible "pre-diabetes" Nicholas, so Dr. Rhodes and I have been looking at the symptoms. We started with a more specific diet and the necessary care, but the chance of Liz developing the disease, you know... "Can you explain to me why I didn't know about this, Katharine?" He glared at me arrogantly. — Where have you been for the last month? “I was on tour, but does that mean you can hide this kind of thing from me? “I didn't hide anything, control yourself. I've talked to your parents, and they've asked me not to speak to you until you return. After all, you couldn't do anything and we didn't have a concrete diagnosis. However, in her family's home, everyone was aware and collaborating in preventive treatment. It was your mother who even supported me the most, since she went through the same situation with you. My calm and conscious speech made Nicholas, once again, realize the wrong time to do the dirty laundry. Deep down, we all thought about not harming him and taking care of Liz in the best way. “Nicholas. – the doctor called him, making him stop looking at me: — Liz is developing pancreatic insufficiency, still in the beginning and we're going to continue the treatment, ok, Katharine? I've already ordered new tests and I'm going to re-evaluate the results to see if we've had any improvement, or if in fact it's a progressive case of Type 1 Diabetes. - I do not believe. - Nicholas said devastated. At that moment I faced him with a zeal I hadn't had in a long time. I considered before putting my hand on his shoulder, but I did and got a confused look back. The Doctor. Rhodes kept talking. “It's not serious, but it shouldn't be ignored either. You must know how it is, Katharine told me that you have type one diabetes. What we will do now is ensure that Liz is well nourished as we have been doing, because the lack of some vitamins and the malfunctioning of the pancreas can compromise her health in general. It is also important, parents, that you start encouraging Liz to have active lifestyle habits, that she moves and does some frequent physical exercise. Overall, Katharine, not much will change. We will continue with the feeding times, and if there is a need according to the results of the new tests, I will prescribe the replacement of some enzymes. — Daniel... - I said directly, getting closer to the table: — Tell me, the way she is... Should I start worrying that diabetes is going to be inevitable or can we still reverse it? Nicholas, who had been staring at me since the moment I released him and approached the doctor's table to ask that question, shook his head slightly and listened to what would be said. — As I said, only with the new results will I know if she is in a reversible condition of insufficiency, or if this is already a sequel to diabetes. I sighed heavily looking up at the ceiling. Denise had already told me everything about her childhood with Nicholas. And knowing that I wouldn't be alone with that disease that was new to me, despite having been married to a diabetic, reassured me. Nicholas had always been independent with his treatment, and all I knew was the possible need to rescue him. Since Liz was healthy up until then, I hadn't bothered to prepare for that. By the way, who would do that? What made me more “conformed” was that, since she was a baby, Liz had had a healthy lifestyle, which I was always very careful to maintain, so the fact that I suspected the disease already showed me that it was a genetic factor. Therefore, I wouldn't need the test results to understand that I should start talking to her about that. “Katharine, I know what you're thinking and I really think you should talk to Liz and start explaining to her. Consultation with a psychologist can help. - said Dr. Rhodes smiling friendly. - What are you thinking? – Nicholas asked me, bothered by the fact that there seemed to be a lot in that dialogue that he didn't know. — In explaining to her what Diabetes is and telling her that there is the possibility of her having it, of course, with all the pedagogy for a child her age. "I can help you too if you want." doctor Rhodes offered his help, and Nicholas jumped up, saying angrily: "It won't be necessary, Doctor. I'm the father, I have the disease, I'm the one who left that trace in my daughter's DNA, I know what it's like to be diagnosed, so I talk to Liz. — Nicholas, don't be rude, Daniel just said that he can help explain the clinical terms. He didn't say he's going to educate his daughter in his place, because it's his obligation. I replied, getting up calmly. I held out my hand to Rhodes who was smiling unaffected by Nicholas, and the three of us walked out of the room. Antoine was waiting for us anxiously with Liz sleeping peacefully. I explained everything to my brother and Nicholas was caressing his daughter. "How long will she stay?" – I asked in a corner to Rhodes. — I'm going to discharge her first thing in the morning, the material for the exam has been collected. I will not order an endoscopic ultrasound again. — If necessary, you can do it, I want her to do all the exams. I spoke worried and Rhodes touched my shoulder smiling and calmed me down saying: — Really, it's not necessary for the time being, it's been less than two months since she had these exams. Stay calm. She remains under observation this morning, but at dawn you can go home. Keep a light diet with her, especially tomorrow due to the crisis and as soon as the results come out I'll call you. “Thank you Daniel. I thanked him by touching the doctor's hand, who, since starting to follow up with my daughter, had dispensed with the formalities. Nicholas appeared beside me and the doctor looked at him smiling. “Thank you for taking care of our daughter. He extended his hand to the doctor in greeting. Rhodes escorted us to our room and said a short goodbye. Antoine offered to stay so I could rest, but I insisted that he go home. I was going to accompany my daughter that night to the hospital, and Nicholas insistently decided to stay too. I was sitting in a chair and leaning back on her bed, watching her sleep and Nicholas was playing on his cell phone sitting in the armchair on the other side. “Nicholas, you can go home. I'll let you know tomorrow when we leave. And your mother will arrive early too. “I won't blame you because I know how convincing Mrs. Denise is, Katharine. But please don't ever hide anything about Liz from me again regardless of whether I'm going to be harmed or not. The biggest loss is not keeping up with my daughter's life. He spoke the last sentence facing me directly and I agreed thoughtfully: “You're right, I should have gone against the advice of your entire family. — My mother has no obligation to take care of her, I am the father. — Your mother only wanted to protect you and her granddaughter, don't be so harsh. "Why didn't you tell me that Katharine's doctor retired?" — What part of“you were on tour, your parents took responsibility” you did not understand? "Is that really the point?" "What would the other one be?" – I said, already nervous because of Nicholas' audacity with that interrogation. "Don't you think you and the doctor are too casual?" I started to laugh sarcastically. "Have mercy, Nicholas Cassano!" What does this have to do with Liz? By the way, what does this have to do with you? “I just think if you're seeing this guy, I should know. - What? Don't make me laugh with this jealousy at this point in the championship, Cassano! “It's not jealousy, it's caution. Liz will live directly with her future boyfriends. — First of all, get your nose out of where you don't care and my love life doesn't interest you. Second, I'm not in a relationship with anyone and therefore Liz won't be hit. The opposite of you who didn't prepare your daughter for the fact that you're dating. And if I take what you're saying into consideration: make sure you're careful in your girlfriends' choices. “I didn't tell Liz because I just got back from tour. And how do you know? "Have you forgotten who you are?" By the way, have you forgotten who I am? “The jealous maniac. He groaned making my blood boil. I stared at him with teary eyes and the most disappointed expression in the world. Then Nicholas scratched the back of his head and opened his mouth to apologize, but I cut him off. “I don't care who you stay with or don't stay with. The time for worrying about it is over. But, never put your daughter in a dispute for your attention with another woman, as you did with me. Never lie like you did to me. And never judge her like you're doing to me. I got up and discreetly wiped my eyes, letting him regret what he said. “Keep her, please. — Wait Katharine, I'm sorry. He grabbed my wrist, pleading low. I let go, ignoring him, and walked out the bedroom door. I took a deep breath. I let the thick tear flow. And I walked slowly down the hall hugging myself to ward off the cold air conditioning. - It's all right? I heard the voice of Daniel Rhodes passing me in the hallway with a chart in his hand. - Yea. – I said, disguising the embargo in my voice. — I have to go see a patient, but if you want to talk you can wait for me in my office. He spoke after approaching cautiously. I shook my head and smiled goodbye. The Doctor. Rhodes has always been very kind to Liz and me. FLASHBACK “Hello, good morning ladies. I'm Dr. Rhodes and I will be with you from now on. How beautiful you are, Liz! My daughter's new doctor walked into her office and bent down to greet her. Liz didn't get used to doctors easily, but that one in particular seems to have won her over with his smile. The girl didn't look scared, perhaps because Dr. Daniel Rhodes was as young as I was. He examined it, and before finishing the consultation, he gave me the recommendations, which I even already knew. "Miss... Cassano?" He asked and I just shook my head. “Only Katharine. "It's okay, Katharine. Here in the medical record it says that she has a family history of diabetes, correct? “Yes, her father. — I would like him to come to the next appointment, if possible. "It won't be possible, Dr. Rhodes. He is a singer and is on tour. And well... We're in the process of divorce so... Nicholas is busy enough. But, Denise, my ex-mother-in-law can come. “Oh sure. Sorry for being rude, I only asked because understanding his health situation might keep us more aware of Liz's liver attacks. I smile automatically. The doctor had no reason to know that Nicholas wasn't coming. I was still numb from everything, but the important thing is, Daniel Rhodes has been there all those months. He was a good confidant for my days of anger over the divorce, for my lonely days as a grieving mother in the hospital corridor, and for Liz's sad days where the absence of a father made her visit the hospital more often than necessary. FIM DO FLASHBACK. I grabbed a disposable cup from the hallway wall I was leaning against, and walked to the nearby water cooler. My cell phone beeped a message from Dr. Rhodes. I smiled when I read the name of the song. I knew that song and I knew that the peculiar and nostalgic taste that the doctor showed could be confirmed at that moment. I pressed play on the video link sent with the message, but I didn't hear the whole song. Tocar: Angel By The Wings Old soul, your wounds they show (Old soul, your wounds are showing) I know you have never felt so alone (I know you've never felt so alone) But hold on, head up, be Strong (But hold on, lift your head, be strong) Oh hold on, hold on until you hear them come (Oh, wait, wait till you hear them coming) Here they come, oh (Here they come, oh) Take an angel by the wings (Take an angel by the wings) Beg her now for anything (Beg for anything now) Beg her now for one more day (Beg now for one more day) Take an angel by the wings (Take an angel by the wings) Time to tell her everything (It's time to tell you it all) Ask her for the strength to stay (Ask him for strength to stay) You can, you can do anything, anything (You can, you can do anything, anything...) Look up, call to the sky (Look up, cry out to the heavens) Oh, look up and don't ask why, oh (Oh, look up and don't ask why, oh) And after listening to the first snippet of the song I smiled. So I just replied to the doctor before going back to Liz's room: I walked into the room and Nicholas got up from his armchair and walked over to me, who was standing next to our daughter's bed. — Katharine... “You can go Nicholas. – I interrupted him – Rhodes must discharge her, first thing in the morning. - I will not. I want to stay here. "Don't you have to fly anywhere?" I said ironically. “I'm in my place. I looked at his tired expression and took a deep breath with an arched eyebrow. I turned my back on him and sat down in the other guest chair. I closed my eyes to avoid seeing Nicholas. xxxx In the morning, Joseph was there whispering something to his brother, and I opened my eyes, a little bewildered. I noticed Nicholas's leather coat over my torso, which I was keeping warm by. - Hey! He remembered! - Joe said coming to hug me. — Hey Joe… – I replied and took off my coat, placing it on the arm of the chair – Excuse me for a moment. I said leaving towards the bedroom bathroom to wash my face, mouth and compose myself minimally. At the door, before returning to the room, I noticed that the brothers were whispering at the foot of Liz's bed, and I decided that I needed to get out of there and not give reasons for them to think that I was eavesdropping. - Good Morning. – I spoke formally to both of them and, directing myself to my daughter's father, I asked: —Daniel already come here, Nicholas? “Most of the time. I would go in and observe the two of them, as if I didn't exist here, and leave. His troubled tone of voice was getting on my nerves early on. — I am referring to the forecast of medical discharge. - Not. "I'll look for information with him." - I said heading to the doorknob of the room. “Hey, Katharine. I can stay for you. - Joe warned me and Nicholas frowned in annoyance. “No need, Joe. Thanks. I've let Alex know, and he runs the restaurant in my absence. You can go, Daniel assured me he would discharge Liz in the morning. “I came to relieve Nick anyway, you can go too if you want. - Joe informed and Nicholas again looked at him in dismay. “Okay Joe, I'm just going to look for Daniel. — Katharine. – Nicholas caught up with me, calling my name and starting the explanations: — I left some commitments upside down yesterday, so I just need to go out to solve them. "I've told you since yesterday, Nicholas, you didn't have to stay." And soon, Liz and I will be leaving, so you can go. I spoke tiredly to Nicholas who stared at me silently but deeply. "Katharine... Can't we treat each other a little less coldly?" "Nicholas... It's still too recent to want us to become good friends, isn't it?" “We weren't supposed to stop being good friends. You were the one I was looking for in the restaurant when my world was about to collapse, remember? When did we stop being who we were? He declared and ran his hand over my face. He left with his head down and contemplative. I couldn't help the tears that fell. And I walked to the reception of the infirmary. Liz's discharge was there, signed. I returned to her room and wiped away the few tears that had left a trace. Joe asked me if everything was okay, and I just brushed it off. He kept me company until Liz woke up and the three of us went our separate ways.

“I swore. I swore I would be true. And honey, so did you”. I had talked to Liz about why she ended up, once again, in the hospital. My daughter's reaction was unusual for a child her age. It was too aware, it was too receptive. If it weren't for her small greenish-brown eyes asking me to hold her, I'd say my daughter wasn't a child. I expected that a three-year-old wouldn't understand anything that was going on, but Liz acted as if she understood exactly that she couldn't eat whatever she wanted without asking first. It had been four days since the incident. Nicholas didn't show up again, but he called countless times to speak with his daughter. Joe and Kevin showed up at our house, on the contrary. I was told that Nicholas was thinking about the band's return. I couldn't be less than happy for them. My ex-in-laws then explained to Liz that in the future it would be a little more difficult to come to our house so often, but that she could always be with Aunt Danielle and her cousins ​​at Kevin's house, or with Grandma Denise and Grandpa Paul. They assured her that in every possible gap they would see each other. Liz didn't feel sad or upset, she as I said, was very mature. She seemed to understand that some things weren't going to go the way we'd like, and that was a thought referring to the divorce situation between her father and me. Liz followed up with a child psychologist, and it was something that prepared her very well to deal with different situations. Many times, I knew that the child was able to deal with many issues thanks to therapy, such as, for example, the confusion that it was time to see the father, time not. I had asked Robert to drive her to Kevin's house that day, as it had been arranged between uncle and niece the last time he was at our house. And the little one was so excited to play with her cousins ​​that she barely said goodbye to me. I smiled and waved until my brother's car took some distance. Late afternoon fell and I hurried to the restaurant. The sunset hitting the windshield of my car was one of my favorite views. I parked in the space restricted to me in the parking lot of my establishment. And Alex was laughing excitedly with the other employees who had already prepared almost everything for the night's opening. "We're so excited, how wonderful!" – I said smiling as I entered the Bistro. Everyone greeted me, and as I walked to the back of the bar to grab one of my restaurant diary books, Alex asked me if theplaylist of the night was appropriate. And logically I approved Alex's select and tasteful list, which always captivated me. My cell phone chirped in my pocket, and I quickly pulled it out of my jeans. I worried about the call and eagerly answered. —Dr. Rhodes? Good night, how are you? "Good night Katharine." I'm fine and you? — Worried about this call, nothing really happened to Liz, did it? She's at her uncles' house, so... — Katharine... He cut me off with an understanding smile. “I'm just calling to say her test results are out. And I would like to talk to parents. I'm an hour away from my shift, I can welcome you if possible. — Oh... Nicholas won't be able to go, he's on a trip, but... Is there a problem we talk about, outside the office? – I asked, staring at the bistro clock. "You're at work, aren't you?" Make a reservation for me then, and we can talk if that's all right for you. - Excellent. Thanks. – I said smiling and writing down his name in the booking book — At eight o'clock? "Is this a good time for you?" "Certainly, the house will be full." The bistro, thank God, is well attended. But, I will have no problem giving you attention. "Okay, eight o'clock then." Reservation for two. - Clear... I wrote down the information a little confused by the information, and Rhodes chuckled on the other end of the line. "For two, of course, if you don't mind having dinner with me." My gaze landed on the letters written on the paper, and my mouth dropped open. I didn't understand what was going on there. He and I became friends, but for some reason, I felt like I was in a different situation than usual. — Any dishes you'd like to order at once? – I said still confused and I noticed the doctor's voice change on the other side, there was some embarrassment in his voice. “Don't worry, I'll check it myself. See you later then, Miss Katharine. I said goodbye to the doctor courteously, and found the formal manner in which he addressed me strange. Certainly, there was an awkwardness there. And I couldn't identify if I had been rude to him or not. I called Alex informing him of the new reservation and explaining that he was Liz's doctor, so I couldn't be in the kitchen. I took the books I had gone to get when I got there, and checked that all the daily tasks had been done. I grabbed last night's balance sheet and went to my office. I left my belongings in my locker, as was my habit. I sat down at the table and checked the bureaucratic part that I had forgotten to check in the last few days. When I was done, I got up from the table and grabbed my dolman and put it on. As I grabbed my cell phone, I debated whether I should let Nicholas know that Rhodes had informed me the results were out and that I would meet with him for more answers. But probably Nicholas would be pestering me between one gap and another in his schedule to learn information I didn't already have. So I decided to let him know when I finished talking to the doctor. I entered the kitchen observing the hurried and natural movement of the place, the smoke was already rising being swallowed by all the extractor hoods, I smiled at the mixture of smells that made my mouth water every day. The clink of cutlery and glasses made me itching to work. — Guys, at eight o'clock I'll be in a meeting in the lounge, so García you'll be responsible for my requests, okay? I informed my assistant chef who smiled in response. Everyone was used to dealing with my sporadic absence from the kitchen. I had a wonderful team. A second family that I loved one by one. Tiffany, my waitress, came in stating that the first orders had arrived and we got to work. At nine-thirty, Alex reported that Dr. Rhodes had arrived. I found the time strange and washed my hands going to the salon. He was talking to the maitre d', finalizing his order, at a table in the most reserved area of ​​the bistro. He got up from his desk when he saw me and smiled. “Good night, Katharine. His impeccable smile with eyes that gathered in little crinkles at the corners showed that the embarrassment was gone. “Welcome back, Daniel. "I never get tired of being enchanted by theFrom Katharine. It's a very cozy place. - Thanks. I also think. – she smiles proudly – ​​Always feel invited to come back. “Maybe I'll make this my official dining spot. “I'll love it. I said sincerely and laughed. “I'm sorry if I sounded intrusive when I invited you to dinner, Katharine. I just thought it wise since we're going to have to talk and you're taking a break. “Ah, well…I was really taken aback. “Don't misunderstand my invitation, please. I don't want problems with Mr. Nicholas. “Don't ruin our night, Rhodes. I looked at him sarcastically. It was obvious that Daniel was making fun of Nicholas's rudeness upon meeting him. — Well, I'm going to return to the kitchen to finish some dishes. And I will return promptly. — I already placed my order, if you can prepare it, it will be an honor. I have the night free, so don't worry about the time. "Fine, then I'll cook your dinner myself." I smiled and returned to my post. I told my assistant that I would cook the order for table thirteen before I left. The dogfish with caper sauce, ordered by Rhodes, didn't take long to be ready. So, I was putting the finishing touches on the dessert I had already prepared on the house as well. I placed the molasses screen over thePetit-cake at La Katharine and took it to the cooler for fresh desserts. I walked to my office removing the dolman, straightened my hair and makeup, and left through the social door towards Daniel's desk. When he saw me coming, he got up quickly and did the honors of pulling out my chair for me. "You really are a gentleman." I smiled looking at him. “My mother would certainly disown me if I forgot my manners. called mybut asking him to pour me a glass of white wine and Tiffany had brought the order to the table. "I hope you enjoy your dinner." "With this scent, this place and this company, how could I not appreciate it?" he asked with a pleased smile on his face. "Well, I don't know what the news is then... We'd better eat first, eh?" - I spoke. Rhodes' eyes changed their expression in agreement. We sat down to enjoy dinner and talk about everything that wasn't the main subject that had brought him there. "How is the little one?" – he asked after a few mouthfuls. — She is at the house of cousins ​​Alena and Valentina. She'll sleep over there since her uncle won't be able to see her for a while. — It's good that she has this contact with her father's family, you do it very well. I have patients with separated parents who... I can say that they are sick because their heads and hearts are also sick. - I will never deprive Liz of living what she could live, if Nicholas and I, remained married. "And how are you?" Daniel's question didn't affect me. He and I had become good friends since he arrived at Liz's chart, at the stage where the two of us were facing so much alone. I had often vented to him about Nicholas, and Daniel, despite never being married, had the best advice and the most comforting words. — I believe he is very well! Nicholas was once a man to suffer for love. But... It hasn't been like this for years. And I... I can't say I'm totally over it, you know I still blame myself. — And you need to stop blaming yourself ... - he looked at me like someone who had already said that to me several times — But, I was referring to you two. As a couple. I looked at Daniel directly and confused, sipped my wine with a wry, disbelieving smile. I couldn't understand what kind of question that was. - Do not look at me like that. I wasn't the one who was jealous of your proximity to your daughter's doctor. - He laughed explaining. "Why, it's quite an outrage that you think Nicholas was jealous of us." "Why, may I ask?" Daniel looked at me with an offended tone. “Because Nicholas's problem is that he doesn't have things under his control. This is the problem, not whether I supposedly move on or not. "I know a threatened man when I see one." And while he has no concrete reason to feel any threat from me, I know he does. Perhaps you can... “Don't even finish Daniel. Or it will spoil the taste of this meal. - I warned interrupting him. He chuckled and returned his attention to his food as I shook my head, affected by such nonsense. It wasn't unreasonable to think of Daniel and me as a normal couple, even though he had no interest in me, or the opposite. But, yes, it was nonsense to think that Nicholas and I could get back together. After a dinner of laughter and quiet conversation, Daniel sighed heavily and did what he had indeed come to do. “Well… Liz's diagnosis. We need to talk. “Okay, I've distracted myself from my problems for one day, and thanks for that. — Katharine... She has a diabetic condition. But, the pancreatic insufficiency is showing improvement thanks to the early treatment we did, however it will only really improve when we balance the diabetes picture. Otherwise it's a waste of time and money. I closed my eyes heavily and leaned my elbows on the table pressing my temples. Daniel took one of my hands, making me face him. “It's not the end of the world, as much as it may seem. She will be fine, after all. Believe me... You have more reasons to be grateful than to complain. — I already imagined it too... The problem is that... Incredible as it may seem, I'm not regretting the illness. I'm regretting having to explain this to her, without Nicholas here. "Does he care?" - Lots of. And this will cause a mess, which you have no idea. Denise will preempt her son, I'm sure. “Well, that's not your problem. It's his. It's up to you to tell him about this, and it's up to him to decide how he's going to handle it with you two. “Only I know he's going to want me to wait until he gets back to talk to Liz, and I can't do that, Daniel. “Again, that's something he has to work out. If he insists, he will find a way to be with his daughter talking about it, no matter the distance. “That's true, but what you don't know is that Nicholas doesn't own his stock. He has a whole team that controls his agenda and priorities. — Hm... So, let's do it like this. Blame it on me. - Like? I stared at his calm face in confusion. “Take Liz to the office, I'll talk it over with her, explain it, and you say you didn't know I'd do it that way. So, neither you nor Denise nor he will have had the responsibility to explain Liz's clinical condition to her, after all that is my job too. “I'm not going to put you on stage so Nicholas can set up the show. This he will do regardless of who the actors are. My cell phone was on the dinner table and I had called Tiffany asking her to bring the dessert I had prepared. When I faced Daniel making satisfied gestures and smiling knowing that he would win a complimentary dessert from me, it was impossible not to laugh. — Pediatricians spend a lot of time with children. “And that's why I'm one. I couldn't bear to let my inner child grow up. - Peter Pan. - I said mocking him and before he said anything, my phone reported my ex's call. I took the device in disbelief and showed it to Daniel who made a sign for me to answer it. “Hello Nicholas, good evening. — Good evening Katharine, I'm calling to see if there's any news about Liz's exams. I sighed in disbelief that fate was so naughty. “Actually, you seem to have guessed. I just found out from Daniel. —Dr. Rhodes, you mean. — The way Daniel and I treat each other formally or informally is not the point that should interest you. The desserts arrived and Daniel was looking at me with a mischievous smile, and starting to enjoy his dessert. “Katharine, we'll talk about that later. “No sir, I don't owe you that kind of explanation. By the way, what do you want with this connection anyway? "Well, when did he give you the diagnosis?" – Nicholas understood my question and focused on the main subject. - Right now. And I'm... "Are you at the hospital?" From the noise I thought he was in the bistro. – he asked interrupting me. — It's Daniel and I in the bistro, yes, talking about Liz. Now, do you want to know the diagnosis or not? Nicholas's breathing was the only thing I could hear, and I looked at my device's screen to see if the call was still active. — Nicholas? — What diagnosis? — Liz developed diabetes. - Drugs...- he muttered discouraged and guilty on the other side. “Nicholas. Do not blame yourself. Look... Can I call you later so we can talk about how are you going to talk about this with her? At the moment I am... "Busy, I guess." I return you. He interrupted me saying and hung up the call in my face. — Look... Never marry Daniel. – I said to the attentive man in front of me. He chuckled in amusement and pointed at my set plate, indicating that I should eat. — Sweeten the palate a little with this divine dessert you have prepared. "Did you like it then?" - And thelittle cake most different and delicious I have ever tasted. What is your name? — Petit-cake à la Katharine. Nothing creative I know, but... It was the first dessert I created. - It is wonderful. A simple name for an exquisite taste. “Thank you Daniel. Really, thank you for all the support you've given me. I said making him look at me softly. "We're friends, aren't we?" “Certainly, Rhodes. I said with absolute certainty. — So I couldn't do otherwise. Oh... By the way, Liz was going to be discharged from the psychologist, but I'm going to ask her to continue the therapy until we're sure how she's going to face the diagnosis. “Thanks, I think it's great. She has handled everything so well because of it. "Yeah, I noticed too. Now... I'll be off tomorrow and the day after. So you have two days to talk to her. And with Nicholas. But if you want my help, call me. I'll make her appointment for my first day off ok? — As you wish, doctor. Rhodes smiled at me and we said goodbye. I needed to get back to my work, and while he could still enjoy the place, he was tired. He insisted on paying the bill, and I asked Alex to remove some things from his command, like my consumption, without him knowing. The movement in the bistro had ceased, the staff were finishing up and slowly leaving until Alex and I were alone. Nicholas had called me and we had discussed it. As I'd guessed, he'd asked not to tell Liz until he could come, and I was against it. She needed to start treatment soon, and he needed to learn how to deal with the priorities in his life. “Nicholas. My part is to inform you and be transparent with my daughter. Your part is dealing with parenthood and its issues. So, sort it out. I'm not going to wait for you to arrive and then start explaining to Liz about her Diabetes. She's only three years old, and this new condition won't be understood right away. I hung up the call and glared at Alex. He was standing there watching everything, and he already had my purse and coat in his hands. “Stop allowing yourself to succumb to arguments with Nicholas, Katharine. - he said hugging me. — I don't know... I think I turn every simple conversation with him into something too heavy and painful, you know Alex? "Glad you recognize that." You need to get over each other's mistakes, and try to get along better for Liz. - I know. I know, it's just... I just wanted him by my side, you know? To deal with these issues. I know it's not absurd her diagnosis, but... — You wanted to feel safe in your ex-husband's arms. – Alex said interrupting me. I let myself cry effortlessly into my best friend's embrace. — You have so many arms to hold Katharine ... - he said making me face him — Mine, Robert's, your mother's, Liz's own. It has Denise's and Paul's arms, although I don't think so... Kevin and Joe's... Anyway... It even has Dr. Rhodes. Stop wanting to be in the arms of the one person who doesn't do you any good. Smile. Alex was right. I needed to stop wanting Nicholas to react like a safe haven who would fight for us until the end. If there was no longer an “us” the reason was because, we decided there would be no more. In fact, I was the one who took him out of my life. For all the mistakes, I was the one who wore down my relationship year after year, crisis after crisis. I dried the tears and taking a deep breath, puffed out my chest. I took my things and left the bistro accompanied by Alex who made me promise not to think about it when I got home. He waved from his car to mine, and we both pulled out of the bistro's parking lot to our destinations. Liz was sleeping over at Kevin's that night, and I got to relax at my place. However, the next morning, she was startled awake by a torrent of bells from the doorbell. I went downstairs disheveled, scared and without remembering to pick up my hobby to throw over my nightgown. I opened the door of the house in a hurry, and I couldn't believe it when I saw Nicholas's figure holding the gate's bars with his head down. I rubbed my eyes and walked to my front yard. Some neighbors passed on the street and did not realize what was happening there. As I approached the gate, Mrs. Baker walked along the sidewalk with her bag of bread and stared at me in surprise. I smiled sheepishly at her, who by now surely assumed that Nicholas had come home. "Are you out of your mind?" I said and only then did he notice me. - Good Morning. "Go and make a fuss on your doorbell, Nicholas Cassano!" Do you have any idea how scared I woke up? – I fought opening the gate and giving way to him. — Sorry Katharine, I wanted to arrive before Liz's school had already left. "And that's reason to take it out on the bell?" She has no class today, it's class council. I said entering the living room of my house and being followed by Nicholas who was waiting for me. - Excellent. I took the fastest plane out here. 'Finally prioritized the right thing…' I whispered. - What did you say? – he asked sitting down on the sofa. "Wait for me, I'll pull myself together since you threw me out of bed." “I'm going to see Liz. He got up quickly walking behind me, and I hadn't noticed so I stopped walking and turned to talk to him, but we bumped into each other at the same time. His hands held my arms and we stared into each other's eyes, as close as we hadn't been in a long time. I let go of him then, running a hand through my hair and going to my room leaving him standing there. - She is not here. "What do you mean, isn't it?" – he asked angrily, entering my room. “Slept at Kevin's house. He scratched his head awkwardly and withdrew. When I returned to the room, he asked me if I had said anything to her. I went to prepare breakfast, but Nicholas had already made the coffee and set it at the table. I looked at him doubtfully. — I didn't have coffee. – he said obviously – Can't I cook at your house too? I ignored the comment and went to serve myself by answering his previous question: “I haven't been with her. Yesterday Kevin picked her up in the morning, and I told you via text that she would be there. So at night Daniel and I talked. So I haven't been with her yet to tell. "Good then, so we'll talk together." I didn't show any reaction and took a spoonful of my yogurt and Nicholas broke the observant silence I dedicated myself to, to ask about what I already imagined I would not take long to ask. — Why would Dr. Rhodes went to talk to you at the bistro? — Because I couldn't leave to go to the doctor's office at that hour, and because Daniel is an admirer of my food, like so many other people. "So he's a regular at theFrom Katharine? - What's the problem? I asked defiantly. "Since when did you and that doctor get so close?" “Since you walked out that door and I've been dealing with a whole different world, and unprepared. But where is it any of your business? Nicholas was silent, expressionless and sighed heavily telling me: “Katharine, you wanted this. "And I'm not charging you Nicholas, I'm just answering your question." And I didn't tell any lies. Now where is any of your business? "I just want to know if... "If what Nicholas?" - I interrupted - If I've already overcome everything and put someone else in its place? I still don't understand, how far is it any of your business. Put yourself in your shoes as Liz's father, and that's it. "I want the best for both of you. I love them both, and it's not because we separate that it will cease to exist. It's just another kind of love and concern. "So you're saying that my social connections should interest you out of zeal?" Swear? “Katharine, I really want you to be happy, but I don't think it's good for Liz for you to be with her doctor. "Go to hell, Cassano." I can't believe you said that. There are so many mistakes in that sentence, I can hardly count them. — Katharine... – he patiently tried to explain to me what had no explanation. —Nicholas! I'm not in a relationship with Daniel, and if I was that would be awesome since Liz adores him! And please don't be hypocritical in your arguments. You didn't think for a moment about your daughter's welfare when you decided to have a relationship with the woman who caused her parents to divorce. By the way! I'm being unfair to Priyanka, I caused our divorce. But either way, you're not being honest with your daughter. I swore to be honest with you Nicholas, but so did you. He looked at me like someone who didn't have answers. I continued my breakfast, really sad that he didn't respond. Nicholas's silence proved that I was right. “I'll get her. You come with me? - Not. She shouldn't see her parents arriving together at her uncle's house. I don't want to create false images in my daughter's mind. “You're exaggerating. “Her psychologist wouldn't think so. "She hasn't been discharged yet?" he asked worriedly. “It won't. Faced with this condition, Daniel thinks it prudent for her to remain in therapy for a while longer. "Daniel... Why doesn't he inform me of things?" “Because it's my primary responsibility phone for Liz in her chart, and failing me, it's your mother's that's there. "I'm going to get my daughter. - he said angrily turning his back on me. —Nicholas! - He turned to look at me - If you want to stay a little longer with Kevin and the girls, stay. If you can and want to spend the day with your daughter. She needs this. "Don't you want to talk to her?" About the diagnosis. “This is your time, and I'll talk to her when I'm with her. He calmed down and smiled as he left.