The
atmosphere seemed very different as Max packed her messenger bag. She was
replacing any medic supplies and adding some new ones. A helmet lay on the
table, carefully chosen and fitted. Her jacket lay strewn across a chair,
freshly cleaned and crisp. Zipping up the bag, I watched her precise procedure
as she straightened the coat before finally putting it on. Securing it on, Max
then took the helmet and bag, heading in the direction of the main doors.
Stopping at one office, she peeked in, knocking on the door.
“Jade?” Just stopping near Max my
ears seemed to pop—returning my hearing. The turning of an office chair made me
perk up and peer in to see her look to my sister. Jade’s eyes glanced at the
bag and helmet in my sister’s hands.
