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“Just not the hospital! But home is fine,” Sabrina said resolutely, tucking a strand of hair away from her face.

“Jack, could you take her home? I can’t miss the next class,” Claire said, regret in her voice.

“Of course. No problem.”

There really shouldn’t be any problem. My mother is one of the few highly respected professors at the university, and I shamelessly take advantage of that sometimes.

“Don’t worry, Claire. She’ll be okay,” I reassured the girl. “Go.”

Claire got unsteadily to her feet and, after a brief pause, headed towards the campus.

Sabrina let out a loud sigh and attempted to get up herself.

“Need a lift?” I offered.

She gave me a dismissive look, struggling not to be her usual rude self again.

“I can manage on my own for now”, she replied dryly and straightened up.

“Oh, you are better now! Well, please yourself…” I was aching to leave her to it and teach her pride a good lesson.

Still, I helped her to her feet and walked her to my car. She sank heavily into the seat next to mine and rested her forehead against the cool window pane.

“And how long…”, I began asking as I inserted the key into the ignition.

“Not a word!” she hissed, and that ended the conversation.

Parking near her house in the Garden District, I finally dared to look at Sabrina.

She looked completely shattered and worn out.

“Let’s go. I’ll stay with you until Eric arrives.” She didn’t respond, but nodded wearily and got out of the car.

“I want to take a shower,” she said upon entering the house, not giving me a chance to say a word, and left me alone.

Thirty long minutes later, Sabrina emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in an old terry robe. Her wet hair was disheveled on her slender shoulders, a healthy flush had returned to her cheeks, although her movements still seemed a bit distracted. She walked into the living room, sat down in her grandfather’s favorite armchair, and looked at me intently.

“Don’t ask,” Sabrina whispered softly, as if reading my thoughts.

“I want to know what’s happening to you. And I’m sure Eric does too.”