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Addie’s stomach tightened. “You don’t think of it as home?”
Giselle hesitated. “It’s the place I work. I wouldn’t call it home.”
Addie sensed the emotional wall Giselle had built. “What would you call it, then?”
“Just a stopover,” Giselle replied.
“Is that how you feel about everything?” Addie pressed, curiosity edging her tone.
Giselle glanced at her, her expression hard. “Sometimes you just have to focus on the task at hand.”
“Right. Just work,” Addie said, her heart sinking. “No room for anything else?”
Giselle’s gaze returned to the road, her jaw tightening. “It’s easier that way.”
Addie sighed, frustrated. “Easier? Or safer?”
“Safer,” Giselle answered, her tone final.
As they approached Giselle’s neighborhood, Addie observed the houses lining the street. Each one had its own character, but they all exuded a kind of warmth that felt absent in Giselle’s demeanor. When they reached Giselle’s home, it stood modestly, its earth tones blending into the surroundings.
“Here we are,” Giselle said, opening her door.
Addie followed her to the front door, taking in the well-kept yard. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the coldness radiating from Giselle.
Giselle unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding it open for Addie. “Welcome to my place.”
Addie stepped in, her heart pounding as she took in the surroundings. The entryway was bright, decorated with simple artwork and photographs.
They moved into the living room, where sunlight streamed through large windows. The room felt comfortable but sterile, as if Giselle kept a part of herself hidden away, even here.
“It’s nice,” Addie said, trying to break through the ice. “I like the light in here.”
Giselle shrugged, moving to the couch. “It’s just a room.”
Addie settled beside her, searching for something to spark a connection. “You know, you could fill it with more stuff. It feels a bit empty.”
“Less clutter means less distraction,” Giselle replied coolly.
Addie leaned forward, her heart racing. “Is that how you live your life? No distractions?”
Giselle met her gaze, a challenge in her eyes. “Distractions lead to complications. I prefer simple things.”
Addie hesitated. “What makes you happy?”
“I find happiness in my work,” Giselle replied, her expression hardening.
“Work is important,” Addie said, “but what about life outside the hospital?”
Giselle looked away. “I don’t have time for that.”
“Do you ever think about what you’re missing?” Addie pressed.
“I’m not missing anything,” Giselle shot back, her tone sharp.
Addie felt a pang in her chest. “You can’t know that unless you try.”
“Trying leads to disappointment,” Giselle said.