I was in the car before Angela finished asking what happened.
She came without being asked. Picked up her keys, called her neighbor about Eli in under a minute, and got into the driver's seat while I was still staring at my phone.
She drove.
I sat with my hands in my lap and looked at the road and said nothing.
Two nights ago.
Two nights ago and I had spent those days blocking his number and telling myself I was angry when I was something else entirely.
"Mia," Angela said quietly.
"I'm fine," I said.
She didn't push it.
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St Meridian looked the same from outside.
Same glass doors, same car park, same fluorescent light on the pavement. I stood outside for a moment and then went in.
The woman at reception looked up when I approached.
"I'm here about Luca Carver," I said. "ICU.
