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I’ll give him mean.

That’s something I can focus on.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

June

I would like to formally file a complaint against my body.

Specifically, the dizziness, the violent sink episodes, and the suspiciously calm way it has decided to sit now, like it hasn’t been staging protests for hours.

Wayne parks as if we’re about to testify in court.

Straight. Perfect. Engine off in one decisive click.

“You don’t have to come in,” I say for the fourth time.

“I’m coming.”

Fine.

We check in. I fill out forms with hands that are only slightly trembling. Wayne sits beside me in the waiting room, elbows on his knees, posture tense but contained.

“I’m fine, honestly. I’m sure it’s nothing,” I insist, not even convincing myself let alone him.

“You looked like you were going to faint in my kitchen this morning,” he says.

“I did not nearly faint. I just... reconsidered gravity for a second or two.”

He doesn’t laugh.

Thank goodness Sandra could take Evan. I don’t know how I’d have handled him today. I really do feel shitty. I twist my hands around in my lap and wonder how much longer I’m going to have to endure this affliction, whatever it is.

A nurse calls my name and I stand.

Wayne stands too.

“Nope,” I say quickly. “You stay here.”

His eyebrows draw together.

“I mean it, Wayne. It’s probably stress. Or food poisoning. You don’t need to be there for that.”

He stares at me.

“I’ll be right here,” he says finally. I breathe a sigh of relief and follow the nurse.

The exam room is aggressively beige. The paper on the table crinkles when I sit, and I flinch like I’ve been caught doing something illegal.

The nurse is cheerful. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“Since a few days ago.”

“Any chance you could be pregnant?”

And there it is.

Just tossed into the room like it’s asking about the weather.