I glanced toward her once.
She looked tired.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Not physically.
Just worn down.
The last few weeks hadn't been easy on either of us.
For a moment I thought about asking if she was okay.
Then I remembered neither of us was okay.
So I kept driving.
The clinic came into view sooner than I expected.
I pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine. For a moment neither of us reached for the door.
Then Jade let out a breath.
A second later she climbed out.
I followed her inside.
The receptionist checked us in and asked us to take a seat. Even after arriving together, we ended up sitting several chairs apart.
Neither of us seemed interested in pretending this was normal.
I looked out the window.
Jade looked at her phone.
The television mo
