“You okay?” she said.
“Thank you for coming at two.” I didn’t look away from her.
Her hand froze on the cup lid.
“I was home. I wasn’t here.”
The kitchen went quiet for a beat.
Daniel laughed first. “She was talking crazy last night. Those pills make her see people who aren’t there. Dreams feel real to her.”
Nora’s eyes slid from my face to the pills, then away. Fast.
“I’ll pick her up at noon,” she said.
“Don’t bother.” Too fast. “I’ll take her.”
Nora set the coffee down. On her way past my chair, Daniel turned to the sink. Her back was to him. She mouthed it at me.
“Don’t drink it.”
My napkin crumpled in my fist. She walked out without looking back.
Daniel pushed the glass again.
“Take it.”
I put the pills in my mouth, took a sip of water. They stuck to the back of my tongue, bitter as rust. I didn’t swallow. He turned to look at the delivery truck outside. I coughed once, fished them out, wrapped them in the napkin, shoved it in my sweatpants pocket.
