I laugh despite myself. "You really are."
"But seriously—if she needs anything, if there's something I should know?—"
"I'll tell you," I promise.
Ryan nods and heads back inside. I slide into my car and sit there for a minute, staring at the Celtic Knot sign.
Old habits from my SEAL days kick in. When facing uncertain situations, make a list. Assess the intel. Draw conclusions.
I pull out my phone and open a new note.
Emma - Recent Changes:
Nausea (multiple instances, morning and afternoon)
Exhaustion (falling asleep at 9 PM, never does that)
Food aversions (dumped wine, won't drink coffee anymore)
Strange cravings (pickle and peanut butter sandwich)
Avoiding social situations (won't return calls, left tasting early)
Emotional (almost cried over case win, cried during dog food commercial last week)
Period: Late (I pay attention to these things, two weeks overdue)
I stare at the list.
There's one obvious conclusion. One that explains every single symptom.
