this.”
“Neither am I.”
I turned toward the door.
I’d barely taken two steps when the room tilted again.
My knees weakened.
Someone grabbed my elbow before I could fall.
“Easy. Are you all right, ma’am?”
An older man wearing a dark coat steadied me.
“I’m fine.”
The words came automatically.
Then I stopped.
For once, I decided not to pretend.
“No. Actually, I’m dizzy. I skipped lunch. I just need somewhere to sit for a minute.”
“Do you need medical attention?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What’s your name?”
“Carol.”
