Grace: (At his house.) Ryan? Ryan?
Ryan: (Upstairs in his room. Laying on bed.) Up here, Grace.
Grace: Ryan, oh my gosh, Ryan. I'm so glad you're okay.
Ryan: I'm sorry I made you leave.
Grace: What? You didn't make me leave.
Ryan: (Sits up.) Why were you there then?
Grace: For an important meeting, Ryan. Oh my gosh. I made you take those pills. I should've told you personally. Ryan, I left you a message.
Ryan: I didn't get a message...
Grace: I called your house phone.
Ryan: For fuck's sake – we don't have that damn thing anymore. After I started going to you, it stopped working so we had to get rid of it.
Grace: (Falls onto bed with a sigh.) I'm just glad you're okay. I'd never leave you. Not on purpose or for long. Always remember that. I'm so sorry.
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Short StoryA series of constant visits to a young therapist who tries to help a depressed boy. [ 2016 ]
