ARIA'S POV
She'd been tired for two weeks.
Not the good tired. Not the tired that came from working hard and sleeping well and living a full life. The other kind. The kind that sat behind her eyes and followed her from room to room and didn't shift no matter how much sleep she got.
She'd put it down to the Foundation launch. The honeymoon adjustment. Coming back to full hospital schedule after seven days of doing nothing. Any of those things. All of them.
She hadn't thought too hard about it.
She was a doctor. She knew how to compartmentalise symptoms. She was very good at it when the symptoms were her own.
Mei came for lunch on a Tuesday.
Mrs Chen made soup.
The three of them at the kitchen table Mei, Aria, and Mrs Chen who sat down because Mei had invited her to which was very Mei and which Mrs Chen had accepted without ceremony which was very Mrs Abel.
Aria looked at the soup.
She wasn't hungry.
