When they were alone, Veronica’s voice dropped to a tense whisper. “Something isn’t right,” she confided, recounting the unsettling incidents she had witnessed. “Please, could you conduct a more thorough examination? Something beyond the standard checkup?” The doctor, though puzzled, agreed.
A couple days later, the results were ready. Veronica sat beside James in the stark, sterile waiting room, nerves coiled tight. When the doctor returned, her face was grave. “We ran extensive tests, as you requested,” she said. “And the results are… unusual.”