What they found was a growth near her amygdala, the area responsible for emotional responses. They did their tests and Salvador and Jemma would hear in a week or so. The consultant’s office was so cold that day, a dull day that cast a dull light through the dull window. There was a spy movie texture to the room which made it feel like a dangerous day in post war Berlin and also made it all feel very serious in San Juan. A deadline of one week had been implanted, a week to face your most horrible demons.
They’d made a silent and mutual pact that the week was to be some of the most fun they’ve had. It was unbothered by this alien thing growing in her. They went dancing, drove all over the place to new restaurants and bars, new countryside to walk through. They went to a comedy gig for the f
