Suspicion Of Secrets
A persistent, unsettling feeling crept into my mind, as though they held a secret that kept the full story just out of reach. Dr. Thompson appeared on the verge of revealing more, but he held back, as if speaking would upset some fragile equilibrium. I shifted uneasily in my chair, craving clarity amidst their guarded exchanges. Whatever truth they were concealing, I could feel it edging closer, unwilling to remain hidden for much longer.
Suspicion Of Secrets
Taking A Breather
Dr. Thompson cleared his throat gently. “We’ll need to run a few more tests,” he said, his tone calm and professional but tinged with uncertainty. “Why don’t you step outside for a bit? Some fresh air might help,” he added, motioning toward the door. I nodded slowly and rose to my feet, the heaviness of the room easing slightly. A moment outside might give me the clarity I needed to process whatever was coming next.
Taking A Breather
