“I expect fear to remain possible.”
“That is different.”
“Yes.”
I moved closer.
“I am afraid sometimes.”
“I know.”
“I am also hungry.”
“For food?”
I smiled.
“That too.”
He laughed softly.
We went downstairs after closing.
Caleb and Owen had left. Marian’s résumé rested on the office desk beside a note from the employment agency.
Reid finished the weekly environmental report while I sorted the mail.
A white envelope bore my name.
The clinic’s printed results.
Another addressed to Reid lay beneath it.
I held mine out.
“Read it.”
“You already know.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
He opened the envelope and scanned the page.
“Negative.”
“All?”
“All.”
I opened his.
“Also negative.”
“Good.”
“Very.”
He shut down the computer.
