Page 78 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

No check-in to make sure she wouldn’t be late today.

Nothing.

The cupboard over the fridge caught Siena’s eye. It was the only cupboard she hadn’t gotten the chance to check while she was prepping to cook earlier.

Maybe a container or something would be in there to store the food until John got back. Pulling a chair out from the table, she pulled it over and stepped up onto it. The half of a dozen cards and papers pinned to the fridge made her pause.

One in particular made her stop altogether.

Dr. Amelia Goodane, PhD and PsyD, the card read. It had an address and phone number printed on the plain, white card. Under the woman’s name, it said, Psychologist.

The appointment printed on the card was for January eighth, at eight o’clock in the morning.

Today.

Siena glanced at the clock. Actually, an hour ago.

Had he blown off his appointment, or just forgot altogether?

Her gaze drifted back to the card as she took in the doctor’s qualifications once more. John was in therapy—but for what?

Siena figured it didn’t matter because it wasn’t her damn business to begin with. Had he wanted her to know, then John would have brought it up.

Besides, it wasn’t like they were a thing. They weren’t anything where he owed her something, and certainly not an explanation about his personal business.

She put the card aside in her mind, and reached for the cupboards. Better to get the food put away, and deal with whatever else later if John decided it was something she needed to know about him.

The cupboard did not have containers or plastic wrap.

It didn’t even have food.

Medication greeted her. Pill bottles with child safety orange caps stared back at her. She thought to close the door to the cupboard because this was—again—none of her business, but her gaze stiff drifted over the labels.

Johnathan Antony Marcello

His name was on every single one.

Lithium. Zoloft.

Another mood stabilizer.

Antidepressants.

Antianxiety meds.

It was a lot.

Some were obviously discarded meds, maybe ones he no longer used for whatever reason, considering the dates on the bottles and amount of pills still inside.

There were lots of rumors about the infamous Johnathan Marcello. Many of them passed Siena by because she only heard things from afar when made men gathered, and she happened to be around.

Some of them called John crazy. Some said he was just a little wild.

His arrest years ago that took him to prison had also led to lots of speculation about just what had gone down between John and his cousin in a restaurant. Apparently, some people that had been there said it was like John had fallen into a mental break or something.

No one knew for sure.

Siena had heard those rumors.