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“That’s good. She’s halfway through.”
Although I say it as a statement, Nixon nods his head.
“Three more to go.” He glances at me. “The scan isn’t completely clean, but she’s getting there.”
Which means the tumor is shrinking.
Good. I close my eyes, letting out a shaky breath.That’s good.
I wrap my fingers around the door handle. “If something were to happen to her…”
“I know.” Nixon tilts his chin toward the church. “Go inside. I’ll wait here until you’re done.”
I push open the door and grab my crutches, but I don’t get out. “Or you could come with me?”
The corner of Nixon’s lips tilts upward. “You know it.”
CHAPTERFORTY-SIX
JADE
“I’ll see you all in a week.”
Grabbing my things, I slide them into my bag and throw it over my shoulder. I pull out my phone as I make my way out of the classroom, ready to text Grace to let her know I’m done.
I’ve postponed coming back for as long as I could. Grace and Penny came to my house, where the three of us watched the team part of the figure skating competition, which Rei smashed, and then I watched the short program on my own. But Grace was not budging when it came to the long program, so here I was.
Me:
Done with class. Meet in CIU?
“Jade?” I turn around to look at Professor Reyes watching me. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”
I look around, noticing the classroom has mostly emptied out already.
“Sure, is everything okay?”
“Do you mind coming to my office?”
Office? Why would she need me to go to her office?
“Yeah, sure.”
Is this about missing classes? The last couple of sessions have been really hard, and it has taken me days to even get out of bed to the point Nixon stayed with me and drove to classes from our childhood home. I felt bad for him, but he reassured me it wasn’t an issue.
But she knows about my chemo, and I’ve made sure she understood I might be missing some classes because of it.
Mind still reeling from all the possibilities, I follow her as she makes her way into her office. The room is small, with a desk dominating the space for the most part. And photos. Her walls are filled with different photos, most of them black and white, striking in their simplicity.
She goes behind her desk and signals toward the chair. “Take your seat. I wanted to talk to you, but you’re a hard woman to find.”
“Is this about the classes?” My brows pull together as I hurry up to add: “I know I haven’t really been present, but you know…”
“Relax, this isn’t about the classes.”
“Oh…” I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. “Then what’s going on?”
A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Do you remember the photos you submitted last semester?”
