Theo brought three pens to the intake appointment.
One was clipped to the folder of records, one was in his coat pocket, and the third he handed to Kellan when they reached the trial center. Kellan accepted it without asking why.
“In case you start drawing a support diagram on the consent form,” Theo said.
“I only did that once.”
“Twice. The second time you used the back of the page.”
Eli parked at the accessible entrance Sera had identified. The river detour had added twenty minutes, but the pickup point beside the clinic was open. Theo checked the time and gathered his folder. He had asked Eli to wait outside the intake room unless invited in.
“I’ll be here,” Eli said. “Call if you need a ride somewhere else.”
“Or if the waiting room has terrible magazines.”
