Her hair hung in wet ropes around her face. Her eyes were red. From crying or rain, I couldn't tell. Maybe both. She looked fragile in a way that would have broken me a week ago.
They ran every test they had. She said her voice hollow. Blood work, cultures, everything. They couldn't find anything wrong with me. I looked up from my book, marked my place with a finger.
That's good news, is it? She took a step into the room. James, what illness? What were you talking about? I set the book aside slowly, deliberately, let the silence stretch between us like a rubber band pulled to its breaking point.
I think you should sit down, Rachel. I don't want to sit down. I want you to tell me what the hell is going on. Sit down. Something in my tone made her obey.
She sank onto the couch across from me, pulling her wet cardigan tight around her body like armor. Water dripped from her clothes onto our hardwood floors, making small dark circles that spread and disappeared. There's no illness, I said quietly. The words hit her like a slap. What?
Marcus doesn't have an illness. He's fine. Perfectly healthy as far as I know. Her face went through several expressions in rapid succession. Confusion is relief.
Anger, then back to confusion, cycling through emotions like someone trying to find the right key for a lock. Then why? Because I needed you to run. I interrupted. I needed you to panic.
I needed you to feel even for just a few hours the kind of fear that makes you question everything you thought you knew. She stood up. You're insane. You sent me to a clinic. Made me think I'd been exposed to some some disease.
Made me terrified that I'd she stopped abruptly realizing what she'd almost said. I leaned forward. That you'd what, Rachel? Caught something from Marcus. Because that's interesting phrasing.
Why would you assume you'd caught something from Marcus specifically, unless you were in a position to catch something from him? Unless you'd been close enough, intimate enough for that to be a concern. The color that had returned to her face drained away again. We didn't. I haven't.
Don't. I held up a hand. Please don't insult both of us by lying right now. We're past that. We're so far past that.