Peach pulled back and wiped her eyes. "Okay," she said. "Let's go to the clinic."
Isaac nodded, his face soft and sad again. "Okay."
They walked across campus holding hands. Peach looked at the ground most of the time, still sniffling, still believing every word he had said. Isaac looked straight ahead, calm and quiet, his thumb rubbing her knuckles like nothing had happened.
The clinic was a small building with white walls and a plastic sign. Isaac held the door open and Peach walked inside.
The waiting room was bright and smelled like hand sanitizer. A few people sat in plastic chairs, flipping through old magazines. Behind the counter stood a nurse.
She was tall and tan, with long dark hair and a uniform that stopped very high on her thighs. The white fabric was tight across her ch
