"I've looked at the scans you sent. It's not as frightening as you think. The equipment here is more advanced. You can get retested once you're here. What if it's a misdiagnosis?"
"And even if the diagnosis holds, there are many treatment options. Surgery isn't the only one."
For as long as I'd known him, Aaron had been the unreliable kid who never seemed to grow up.
But hearing that steady string of reassurances, it hit me that the boy in my memory had quietly grown up somewhere along the way.
His words eased something wound tight inside me.
Not long after I hung up, there was a knock at the door.
It was Naomi.
She was wearing my pajamas, eyes bright with open provocation.
"Connie, I'm wearing your pajamas. You don't mind, right?"
I glanced at her coldly. "It's fine. If it's gone, it's gone."
Naomi's red lips curved upward, and she walked in with a smile.
"Constance, do you know why Leonard stood you up at City Hall?"
Leonard and I had set a date six months ago. It fell three days after Naomi came back.
That day, he was late. By the time he showed up, everyone at City Hall had already left.