Melissa was pacing. Devon and I sat on the bed, following her every move with our eyes. We were surprised and we were worried. It wasn’t entirely because of the conclusion we’d just arrived at. It was mainly because Melissa was pacing. Melissa never paved. She was, ironically, the calmest, most put-together person anyone could ever meet. And she was pacing.

“Mel, are you okay?” I finally asked when I had had my fill of watching her.

“Yes. I’m fine. But sweetie, are you?” she asked, finally stopping and facing me.

“Yeah of course I’m fine. I’m not the one pacing”

She rolled her eyes at me and finally sat....