Fin

"How's she holding up?" His best friend, Evan, asked, nodding his head at the girl. She was with her friends, but he could tell that she would rather be at home and watching the newest episode of Doctor Who.

He sighed. "I don't really know."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since...you know...she's been distant from me. And since we found out about–about me, she's been even more distant. I've caught her crying a few times. I just don't know what to do anymore. There's the little things that make me think I have the old Lydia back, but then she just goes back to being, well, that."

"I think it's just her way of coping, maybe? Melissa told me that she suggested this therapy group thing to her and she even saw her there a couple times," Evan said.

"Therapy group?" he repeated.

Evan nodded. "Yeah. It's for couples who're dealing with things like you guys. You know, like cancer or like Alzheimer's and stuff."

"Wait, she's actually been to those?" he asked, awed.

Evan shrugged. "That's what Mel told me."

He turned to his friend.

"So where is this thing?"