Iyisha's hand tightened around the clipboard, her eyes skimming the patient notes without really reading them. She had been distracted all morning, her mind caught on images she wished she could forget.
Mary slowed beside her, the students trailing a few steps behind as they moved through the ward. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"Nothing," Iyisha said quickly, lowering her gaze to the paper in her hands.
Mary studied her for a moment. "You haven't come with us to the greenhouse in days."
"I just need more time with Malcolm," Iyisha answered, forcing a small shrug.
