GRACE
The next day, I’m taking the bus into town to pick up James’ sushi when I receive a call from Max. “Hey,” I answer, my mood upbeat.
It’s quashed immediately. “The hospital just rang. James had a bit of a meltdown this morning. He can’t have visitors today.”
My heart slowly slithers into my stomach. “What kind of meltdown? Is he okay?”
“He got upset after his therapy session.” Max sighs. “Smashed up his room.”
Oh, James. What are you doing?
“The nurse I spoke said it’s normal, that we should expect setbacks like this.”
But I wasn’t. He seemed so positive yesterday. A little quiet, perhaps, but more like himself.
“Right. Okay. Can I go tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I’ll call in the morning and see how he is.”
“Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”
Disheartened, my hand falls into
