“I don’t think that’s none of your business, frankly, aren’t we here for Tina? Why don’t we ask Tina how she feels about the miscarriage?” Bette folded her arms defensively.

Right when Bette had entered the room she saw Bette’s demeanor, the almighty alpha type, she was going to be a hard one to crack, but nevertheless crack-able.

Dr. Clark had thought about it, she wondered was it too soon to push the question? Tina had a hard time opening up about it, but with Bette here maybe she would be more comfortable. She had asked Bette first wanting to learn if Bette had moved on from the miscarriage; after the response she had just gotten she knew Bette too hadn’t healed.

She then did something almost unheard of to Bette, Tina and all those who knew her: Dr. Clark fired back.

“Actually Bette, it is my business. Tina came here seeking my help and from what I have learned all this anxiety, the depression, the panic attacks; it all points back to the miscarriage. You are a smart woman Bette, I can’t seem to believe that you don’t think it is any of my business, I’m here to help, and I’m not the enemy.”

The nerve of this woman thought Bette. How dare she question me? How dare she! Not one to look a fool she said.

“Fine!” She huffed. “What about the miscarriage? What do you want to know exactly? Huh? What?” Bette had put up her wall now and she was offended.

She’s doing it again thought Tina. She put up a hand to the side of her face and shook her head. She’s putting up that fucking wall again.

“Just tell me what you feel right now. Tell me your thoughts, whatever comes to your mind right now. Just say it.” Dr. Clark stated.

Bette puffed out a long, loud breath, while twirling Tina’s ring on her left hand, a habit she had, it made her feel close to Tina and it calmed her.

“The day I found out about the miscarriage, I was late to the appointment. I was upset that I had been late and that I wasn’t available, I wasn’t there for Tina when she heard the news. I should’ve been there.”