Dianna tried to ignore the pain as she cleaned her apartment. She stripped the bed, scrubbed the bathroom, and even put away her clean laundry. She was nervous about the coming evening; nervous and excited. She had to keep moving, or she thought she would go insane.

     And still, the pain built. It didn’t help that she pushed herself and ignored the warning signs. She fought back the desire to collapse on the couch and rest. Her brain was too busy to rest, and she wanted her apartment to be spotless for when Jack arrived. She couldn’t relax, no matter how much her body demanded it.

     The day seemed to...