Marlene had seemed uncomfortable all morning, but she was insisting that nothing was wrong, despite the fact she was pacing around the kitchen wearing one of my old t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants.
I watched her closely for any sign she might be trying to hide something from me, but it didn't seem like she was in any physical pain.
"Is your back hurting again?"
She stopped pacing and rested her hands on the edge of the kitchen table opposite me.
"A little, but I'm used to it by now."
"Oh..."
I felt bad, but I didn't really know what else to say, and she started pacing again a few moments later.
I waited for a while longer and then tried to talk to her again.
"You're not getting cramps or anything, are you?"
She wasn't clutching her stomach or anything, but I was still concerned
