When David got back to the restaurant it seemed like Clara's demeanor did a one-eighty. She didn't say anything when they started the drive. David wasn't sure how, but it was almost like she knew the bad news. He struggled with telling her. The way he saw it he could worry her over nothing, but he also felt like he was keeping a secret, one she had the right to know.

"You're awful quiet," he said.

"Right back at you."

He glanced over and noticed she was cradling her arm.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

She dropped her hands to her lap and shook her head no, letting out a breath....