I took a deep breath, each inhale a reminder of the fragility of my situation, and nodded ever so slightly. Dr. Thorne’s expression softened—an unspoken promise that he would be my ally in this. He moved closer, lowering his voice to just above a whisper.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, Sarah. Just nod or shake your head, okay?”
His words were a lifeline thrown into the choppy waters of my life, and I grasped it with every ounce of strength I had left. Despite the pain, I nodded.
