"What if she doesn't make it?" I said quietly.
Diane didn't answer immediately.
"What if she doesn't make it and the last conversation we had was her walking out of my office this morning?" I said. "She said she hoped I knew what I was doing. That was the last thing she said to me."
"Then you go," Diane said simply. "Not for her. For you. So you don't carry that."
I looked at her.
She looked back at me steadily.
"Get your bag," she said. "I'm coming with you."
"Diane you don't have to."
"Get your bag Lena," she said again.
I got my bag.
We drove to Grady in near silence. I kept my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road and I didn't try to fill the quiet because there was nothing to fill it with. Diane sat in the passenger seat and didn't push me to talk and that was exactly r
