Chapter Eight AMY’S skin suddenly felt too tight. Talk about it. No. She’d resisted the idea of counselling for a good reason. ‘Talking won’t change a thing.’ ‘Funny, someone told me not so long ago that it would make a difference. That talking won’t change the past, but it might change the way you see things and help you deal with them.’ He stroked her face. ‘I didn’t believe her—but guess what? She was right. I’m still angry and I still resent Eloise and her parents, but I can see my way to dealing with that now. I understand why I feel the way I do, and that’s half the battle.’ She understood exactly why she felt the way she did. She didn’t need to talk about it. ‘Amy,’ he said softly. ‘Talk to me.’ She dragged in a breath. ‘You might not want to know me when I tell you.’ He kept his arms round her. ‘What’s so bad? You lost a patient? Amy, you can’t save everyone, and you know it. Just as I know that I can refer one of my patients to the top specialist in the country, but it still doesn’t give a hundred per cent guarantee that the treatment will work.’ ‘I didn’t lose a patient.’ She frowned.
