For a moment, I wondered if I’d heard him correctly. His words hung in the air, so unexpected that I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I lowered my gaze to the name embroidered on his white coat, reading it once, then again, as if the letters might rearrange themselves into something that made sense.
ROBERT WRIGHT, M.D.
I stared at the name for another second before slowly lifting my eyes back to his face, searching for some hint that I had misunderstood what he’d just told me.
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