Chapter Twenty-Nine

“HOW ARE YOU sleeping?” Dr. Henderson paused in her note taking.

“Better than I have in years.” Nüwa failed to stifle her smirk.

“I take it the sex helps?”

“You wouldn’t believe.” Nüwa looked away from Dr. Henderson’s eyes.

“What is happening with the police, going forward?”

“I’ve given my statement. Julia has given hers as well. His case is ongoing, they are working with the FBI and New York State. It will be years before we go to court. If he survives.”

“Are you worried?” Dr. Henderson peered at Nüwa over her glasses.

“Perhaps not as much as I should be. Although, according to the police, my strike was considered self-defense and non-lethal. The brain injury he suffered after the fall is his problem right now and if he does not recover…” Nüwa lifted her shoulders and straightened them. “I don’t know how I’ll feel if he dies.”

“I expect no one would.” Dr. Henderson glanced down at her notes. “I’ve refilled your prescriptions, other than the Ambien. Do you need it?”

“I’ve a few left. I’ll call if I need more.”