She looked down at her fork and realised she'd sliced her chicken into perfect, uniform pieces. Like her thoughts, dissected and controlled. But today wasn't controlled. Today had been... something else. She caught herself smiling.
"You're quiet tonight," Barry noted.
"Just a little tired," she replied. Her phone buzzed in her lap.
Nate: "Thanks again today, Doc. You're really taking care of me. Looking forward to tomorrow morning."
She swallowed. Hard. "My pleasure. Me too," she typed back. Then paused. Deleted. Rewrote.Zoe: "You're welcome. See you bright and early."
As Barry prattled on, Zoe's mind was already racing. Planning.
Later that evening, after dinner and a glass of wine, Zoe sat curled on the couch with her legs tucked under her. She wore a soft robe now, different from
