Noah’s jaw tightened.
“It’s my life.”
“It is. That is why we present it in a form your brain can process.”
She took a blank page.
“Three categories. Stable. Pending. Urgent.”
Noah watched her write.
“Stable,” she said. “Your housing. Your personal account. Your employment status. Your access to treatment.”
She wrote each down.
“Pending. Insurance reimbursement. Workplace compensation. Several customer payments.”
I added, “Business-interruption claim.”
She wrote it.
“Urgent?”
I hesitated.
Noah looked at me.
“Supplier account,” I said. “End of week.”
“Mortgage?” he asked.
“Covered this month.”
“Next month?”
“Not yet.”
His breathing changed.
I leaned closer.
“Noah.”
“This is because of me.”
“No.”
“You lost work because you were at the hospital.”
“The collision caused this.”
“You chose to stay every day.”
“Yes.”
“You could have worked.”
“No.”
