Chapter 25
SarahSarah sat upright on the bed with her feet dangling. They were in a small office; almost the size of a cubicle. The walls were white—it was the kind of white that businesses used when they wanted to portray cleanliness.
Caleb was sat on a chair that he’d pulled up next to the bed. He kept his head buried in his hands; his legs bounced up and down; restless, anxious. He rubbed his face and looked up at Sarah.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Sarah said. “We agreed this was for the best.” She couldn’t tell if she was reminding Caleb—or herself.
Caleb closed his eyes. “It’s your choice. It’s your body.” He exhaled sharply. “But you know how I feel about this.” The life in his voice had gone.
In one hand, she held a plastic cup of water. In the other, a single pill. Sarah clo
