She saw the fridge

Carly is here.

She flew in today. One bag. A paperback. The hug you only get from someone who saw the worst of you and stayed.

I said the shoulder is fine. She said yeah all good. We both knew.

She walked into the flat and looked at the fridge. Then the drawer. Then me. I wanted to say I have not been sleeping right. I wanted to say the fight is in three weeks and I am scared. I said nothing. She asked what I want for dinner. So now I have to think about dinner.

That is how we do it. We feed people instead of saying the thing. We fix the room before we fix the thing.

She has not asked about the fight or the surgery. That is worse. Because if she is not asking, she already knows. And now I have to act fine in front of someone who already knows I am not.

I am glad she is here. I am also weirdly mad she is here. That is a bad thing to write but it is true.

Dad would have told her to come.