Piper

“What’s wrong?” Marilyn’s question pulled me out of my thoughts.

I blinked and looked up from my phone. “Nothing.”

I tried to keep my expression neutral, but apparently I wasn't doing a very good job.

Marilyn studied me from across the little table where the three of us had been waiting for our appointments. “Oh, that's not a nothing look. What's happening?”

“Nothing is happening.” I locked my phone and placed it on the table. “I'm fine.”

Catherine, sitting beside me, finally lifted her gaze from her own phone. “You're not fine.”

I looked at her. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Because you're sitting here looking worried over...