She gave me a weak little nod and dropped into a chair at the table.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Just tired.”
She said it too quickly.
I set a mug beside my own and studied her while pretending not to. She looked pale. Not the usual winter pale. There was a washed-out look to her face that made me pause. I had noticed it before over the past few weeks, if I was being honest. The dark circles under her eyes. The way she’d been skipping dinner some nights and claiming she wasn’t hungry. The dizzy spells she’d brushed off. Once, just a week earlier, I had found her gripping the kitchen counter with both hands, breathing through clenched teeth.
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