Alexander glanced at the rest of the medicines in the bag, took out the ointment, and asked, "The hospital only gave you ointment? No anti-inflammatories or blood circulation medicine?"
I shook my head. "My stomach's been acting up lately, and the doctor said those medications might irritate it, so they didn't prescribe them."
Stomach problems again.
Alexander frowned slightly, as if sensing something wasn't quite right but unable to put his finger on it.
He helped me lie down before heading into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water, which stopped after a while.
A moment later, he came out and climbed into bed.
"Alicia," he called.
"Don't bring people to the house. We're still not divorced."
I didn't reply. I simply adjusted the duvet around my body and let sleep swallow me.
The next morning, I woke up to find Alexander already dressed and ready to leave. He turned to face me when he heard movement from the bed.
"You're awake."
"Mm. Are you leaving for work?"
