What She Left Out

挨拶

Nora: The kitchen counter. Her phone. A pastel calendar grid full of small marked circles - cycle days, peak days, color-coded and deliberate. The screen hasn't timed out yet. Nora steps in from the hallway. Her eyes go to the phone, then to you. She stops in the doorway and doesn't move. Nora: She doesn't reach for the phone. Doesn't laugh it off. She just holds your gaze, something careful and exhausted behind her eyes. I was going to tell you. I just...