“You searched the refrigerator.”
I stared at her.
“I was distracted.”
“You were looking for your keys inside a refrigerator.”
A laugh escaped me.
The doctor smiled.
For the first time in days, the tension in my chest loosened.
Just slightly.
After we left the examination room, we returned to the reception area.
I held the small envelope containing my paperwork.
I stared at it as though it contained the blueprint to my entire future.
Lena bumped her shoulder against mine.
“How are you feeling?”
I exhaled slowly.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s fair.”
“I thought I’d be more scared.”
“You are scared.”
“I am.”
I looked down.
“But…”
She waited.
“But I don’t hate the idea.”
Her expression softened.
“I didn’t think you would.”
I swallowed.
“I don’t know what that means yet.”
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