Damien Shaw

I volunteer to be tested first. It’s the only thing I know how to do in this moment, the only thing that makes sense.

“We’ll both do it,” I say, glancing at Imogene.

She’s now quiet again I feel this ache in my chest because I don’t know how to fix this. I’ve always been able to fix things for us before, but this? This is beyond anything I can control.

The drive to the lab is a blur. We’re accompanied by one of doctor Whitman’s specialists. Imogene is quiet, staring out the window like she’s always doing. I keep my hand on her thigh, squeezing it every...