“Hey, don’t you have to work?” Genesis asked.
“I suppose I do,” Angela said.
She let go of Genesis and climbed out of bed. She grabbed her overnight bag on her way out of the room. After a quick shower, she dried her hair and brushed her teeth. Genesis came in a little later to take her meds.
“Can I ask you a, uh, depression-related question?” Angela asked.
“Sure, go ahead,” Genesis replied.
“Was there anything in particular that I said or did that convinced you to start therapy?” Angela asked. “Like, a specific argument that changed your mind, or something.”
“It wasn’t really any one thing,” Genesis said. “You wanted me to do it, and I wanted you more than I wanted to ignore my problems. So I gave it a shot.”
“Hmm,” Angela muttered, drumming her fingers on the sink.
“Why do you ask?” Genesis said.
“It’s my new neighbor,” Angela said. “His son is seriously depressed and I want to help him but I don’t know how to get through to him.”
“And getting him to fall in love with you is off the table,” Genesis said.
“Yeah, pretty sure that’d get me arrested,” Angela said.
“No offense, but maybe this is something you should leave to his parents,” she said.
“I would,” Angela said, “but his father is under a lot of pressure at work and his mother’s passed away, so he’s kind of on his own right now.”
“Well, just be careful,” Genesis said. “Kids can be volatile enough without mental illness in the picture. Hell, I’m a grown-ass woman and you’ve seen how I deal with this shit.”
“Yeah,” Angela said, watching water spiral down the drain.
Genesis reached over and squeezed Angela’s shoulder.
“You’re a good person, Angie,” she said. “Whatever happens, just remember that, okay?”