M aybe it was just the downpour outside. But the gym during lunchtime was noisier than ever; it was only the little group on the corner couch that was quieter than usual.
“This sandwich is stale” Sari complained dropping the bagel disdainfully. It bounced off her plate and hit Leah’s lap leaving a splash of cream cheese on her skirt. “Oh sorry.” She rummaged for a tissue. “Here.”
Leah took the tissue wordlessly and swiped half-heartedly at the stain.
Sari glanced at her questioningly. “Everything okay?”
