Dominic's POV
Dr. Patel's office is on the Upper East Side.
We leave the girls with Mrs. Kowalski and take the car and Emma is quiet in the way she gets when she's containing something, not anxious exactly, just holding it carefully until there's somewhere to put it.
I don't fill the quiet.
The waiting room has the particular stillness of medical spaces, magazines nobody reads, a plant that's doing its best. Emma sits beside me with her hands in her lap and I put mine over them and she turns her palm up and holds it.
Dr. Patel comes out herself rather than sending a nurse, which tells me she already knows. Emma texted her yesterday before calling anyone else, which I knew and didn't mention because the order of who she tells things is her business and the fact that I'm in the room at
