ps past the sliding doors, harsh and chemical. It seeps into her lungs, settling deep and cold, like the pl

e scrubbed floors, the beep-beep-beep from machines, the sense that time is

-empty hallway, but now it's a thinner sound, almost apologetic. She's moving with a careful slowness, partly because she didn

g hasn't happened and maybe never will. Even when everything went sideways twelve hours ago-with words like contract and never and fiancée slamming into he

s the moment she recognizes Ariel. "Ms. Larkin." The nurse's voice is gentle, soft in the exa

a small no

allowed up by closed doors and thick air. It's almost suffocating,

giving Ariel one last second to dodge whatever

order, laptop glowing softly. There's a wide window, but the sky ou

thing tighter in his posture-he's done this before, but this isn't ro

se, careful. Her face is a practiced

ilence that stretches just a bit too long. He glances at the folder, jaw clenched, draws a l

results. I wanted to talk through them with y

oice level, as if they're talkin

clue how to proceed. He finds nothing. He presses on. "The progression is.

uptions, no questions. The si

y, almost like he can't leave things bare, "clinical tri

her voice cutting through w

ver he sees seems to shift him. All the softening falls

king into the air.

e months. Ninety days. Turns out forever's got a number, and hers is in

e number, but the certainty. Her own body's been sounding the alarms for weeks: tiredness that never went

gives it shape. A

alm, like she's talking about so

w furrowed with concern. "Ariel, I rea

an a day, everything-the marriage that wasn't real, the future that's gone

w?" She asks it

y. On making sure you're comfortable. If you want, w

st certain. She isn't looking for more time; she

n. "Are you sure? Th

xtending what's

er answer without argument. "Then we'll do ever

m management, numbers and names that mostly blur together. She takes it

, not loud, but stubborn. They pace out each step she takes. She reaches the entrance without even noticing he

her phone out of her bag. The screen lights up empty. No messages. No missed calls. Her thumb lingers, half-expecting s

t's just another fact, another sharp-edged piece of tr

different self-cars, crowds, lives rolling

louds are splitting,

ks-loud, bright, brazen against the dim city sky. Another flare,

the sky ripples with blue and red and gold-so alive,

" while the world is busy lighting up, another

er. And somethi