The sensation of the world closing in around me felt suffocating as we drove to Riverside General Hospital. Colton’s grip on the steering wheel was ironclad, his knuckles white with tension. Neither of us spoke; there were no words for the unfolding scenario that defied comprehension.
Upon arrival, we were ushered into a small, windowless room by Dr. Judith Henrik, whose drawn expression and shadowed eyes told us that this revelation weighed heavily on her conscience. She offered a strained smile, attempting to mask the turmoil beneath.
“Mrs. Waverly, Mr. Waverly, please sit down,” she gestured toward two stiff-backed chairs. “What I’m about to reveal is unprecedented. The implications are… profound.”
