C91 Ninety-one

Thirty minutes, he said. I will be back in thirty minutes. But it feels like hours. Long painful hours of waiting for the doctor to return with the result of the blood test. Much to Brandon’s annoyance, I resume pacing and he sighs, patting the space beside him. But I ignore him. It’s so easy for him to sit still and act okay but everything is not.

Another wistful peek at my phone