Days had passed, and a fragile sense of normalcy had settled over us. We fell back into our familiar routines: going to work together at the clinic, coming back to our shared apartment together, eating dinner together at our small kitchen table, making fun of Jake together, and teasing him endlessly about his strange green smoothie obsession that we had decided was some kind of occult ritual involving kale and spirulina.

Truthful, who enjoys that!!!!

Saturday afternoon, a few minutes before I clocked out, I found myself staring at Olga as she absently watched her own hand, turning it this way and that under the fluorescent lights of the clinic....