Dig

by L.A. Ferro

We haven't talked in what feels like forever. You've flipped-flopped a lot over the past few months, and I wanted to know if you've finally landed on something. Teaching? Nursing? Or Legal Studies, now that you work at the law firm? I'm just trying to talk to my sister. We've always been close, and now that I've started my first year of med school, we haven't been able to connect." Closing my eyes, I take a second to process his words because I know my reactions lately have been nothing short of misplaced, and I hate it. "Aria, are you okay? What's going on? Why do you look like you're on the edge of a mental breakdown?" That earns him a chuckle out of me. "Maybe I am. I don't know. It's like I woke up one day, and suddenly so many things were different." I stop there because the rest is too telling, and the last thing I need is for Spence to worry about me. I'll figure this out. His shoulders deflate with my admission as he reclaims his seat at the foot of my bed.