MIKA
The drive to Dr. Carter's office is quiet, with unspoken thoughts, and Channing holds my hand the entire time, his thumb brushing small circles against my skin. It's comforting, but my nerves are still frayed, and my stomach twists as we get closer, my mind racing with possibilities.
We sat for a long time at the restaurant he took me to for breakfast, and even though I was hungry, I couldn't bring myself to eat. All I could think of was, what if the test comes back with the answer I don’t want? What if this changes everything?
We pull up to the office, a modern glass-front structure, and I take a deep, shaky breath, causing Channing to squeeze my hand before letting go. He walks around to open my door and I step out, my legs feeling a little unsteady.
After he saw how I was strug
