“I know. I worked myself into a tizzy at points over just getting the damn test done,” Hannah said, pushing the swinging door open into the hallway that would take them back to the waiting room.
“You too, huh? I tried not to worry, but it was hard. I’m realizing this next week will probably be worse.”
Hannah turned to look at Emma. For a split second, she could have convinced herself Emma’s blue eyes were her mother’s. It wasn’t just the color; it was the shape and something else indefinable. Hannah blinked and batted the feeling away, reminding herself her mother was long gone and Emma might not be her sister. “Yeah, I’m guessing this week will probably be worse. At least for today though, we have a few things to do to keep us busy.”
Emma stopped in the hallway and touched her hand to
