Not wanting to get pissed all over again, I shove all thoughts of Billy out of my head and walk out of the building to my SUV, pulling up the address Franny sent me earlier today.

When I arrive at the large medical complex twenty minutes later, I find a place to park and stare at the building in front of me for a long fucking time before I build up the courage to get out and go inside.

It takes me a few minutes to find her doctor’s office on the fourth floor, and when I step into the waiting room, the two women sitting at the desk smile in my direction.

After offering them a quiet “hello,” I scan the room for Franny.

I find her sitting alone in the corner, dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a flowy top, with a magazine open on her lap and her eyes on me. I haven’t seen her since she left my place Saturday night, seeming in a hurry to get away from me after agreeing to let me come with her today.

She looks nervous as I close the distance between us. She also looks beautiful, with her hair down and a touch of pink across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, like she’s spent some time in the sun the last few days.

“Hey.” I take the seat next to her, and she closes the magazine on her lap.

“Hey.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“You’re not. I just got here a few minutes ago.” Her smile is small.

“Francisca Caputo?” a woman in a set of pink scrubs calls, holding open a door that leads deeper into the clinic.

“Caputo?”

“What?” Franny looks over at me as she gets up.

“You still have your ex-husband’s last name?”

“Yeah, I haven’t had a chance to get it changed yet.” She tips her head to the side. “Are you going to come back with me?”

“Yeah.” I get up and follow behind her toward the nurse, who is waiting for us with a smile on her face and a clipboard in her hand.

“How are you feeling today?” she asks Franny as we step through the door she’s holding open. I glance at her badge; it says her name is Harlow and that she’s an RN.

“All right. A little nausea, and I’ve had this headache I can’t get rid of,” Franny tells her as we stop at a scale in the hall. She takes off her sandals and steps up onto it.