“Lily, I am sorry to have attempted contact so many times. Your mother and I were concerned, and it's become difficult to conceal from Donovan. I feel it time you two speak. Are you comfortable doing that now?” Doctor Coe sits at his office desk, his face framed on my monitor by degrees and awards flooding his wall.

“Wow. It’s only been a few weeks. I thought it would be months.” I hoped it would be months yet also feared it. Worry for Donovan is constant, which makes me feel the need to both see him immediately and avoid him like the plague.