Shari
Sandi had been distracted all morning.
Not the usual kind of distracted, either. She still worked hard, still did everything I asked, but her mind clearly wasn’t where her body was. Every few minutes, she’d drift off, her expression going distant before she’d suddenly blink and return to whatever task was in front of her.
I’d noticed it enough times that I finally couldn’t ignore it.
“Sandi, are you okay?”
She looked up quickly.
“Yeah. I guess.”
I raised an eyebrow. “That didn’t sound very convincing.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips. “I’m fine.”
“You know you can talk to me, right?”
She hesitated.
“I mean it,” I added. “You trusted me with my secret. I haven’t forgotten that. Whatever is bothering you, I’m not going to judge you.”
Her expression softened.
“Thanks, Shar
