NORA
By the time I reach the clinic, my lungs burn and my legs feel like lead. The automatic doors slide open with a soft hiss, releasing a wave of sharp antiseptic that stings my nose.
A nurse spots me immediately. "Mrs. Gregory?"
I nod, still gasping for breath.
She points towards a quiet corner. "Your husband is over there."
I follow her gesture and freeze.
Mars sits alone on the examination bed, elbows resting loosely on his knees, his hands dangling between them. His usually impeccable hair is messy from the wind. He doesn't look injured.
He just looks... dazed.
A paramedic crouches in front of him. "Sir? Can you tell me your name?"
Mars blinks slowly, staring at some invisible point on the linoleum floor.
I clench my fist slowly.
The paramedic tries again. "Do you know whe
