“Urgent care tomorrow,” he said. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost four. Sleep.”
He took the water glass off the nightstand. Left the door open on his way out. The hall light fell across the floor in a narrow strip, like the edge of a blade.
I didn’t turn the light off. I didn’t sleep either.
7:30. I’m sitting at the kitchen table. Daniel sets a glass of water and two white pills in front of me.
“These’ll make you feel better.”
“What did the doctor say?”
“Haven’t seen a doctor yet.” He looked at me. “Take your old prescription. I don’t want another episode.”
The pills were round, white, no score line. Wrong size. The ones in the master bath bottle were bigger.
I stared at them. He pushed the glass closer.
“Avery. Don’t make me sit here and watch you tough it out again.”
The front door opened. Nora came in holding two coffees. Gray hoodie, face whiter than paper. She stopped mid-step when she saw me.
