(Amelia)
It wasn't my choice that Liam found out.
We were between traumas, both of us leaning against the wall outside the supply room with the kind of tiredness that only comes at hour ten. He had two coffees, one for each of us out of habit. He held mine out.
I took it, brought it up to drink, and the smell hit me wrong. My stomach turned over hard. I got the cup away from my face fast, but not fast enough, and I saw him see it.
"You don't want the coffee," he said. Slowly. Like a man watching a picture come clear.
"Long shift. My stomach's off."
"Your stomach's been off for a week." He wasn't accusing. He was doing the thing he did, laying the facts down side by side to see what they made. "You caught the rail in room four. You turned green at the smell of the break room. You've b
