Amelia sat curled into the corner of the living room sofa, exam notes balanced neatly across her knees. The sunlight streaming in through the tall, spotless windows bathed the room in a warm glow, but it didn't help her focus. She kept reading the same sentence over and over, her pen hovering midair. No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting back to what she'd noticed during the earlier check-up.
After years of treating patients with conditions so far gone they were beyond saving, she'd learned not to let hope get too loud in her mind. But those nerve responses… those were different. They were faint, but they were there. She'd seen enough cases to know that meant something.
