***10 years ago***
I sat at the kitchen table, watching my mother pour some tea. There was a tension in the air that had my stomach twisting in knots, and when my father sat down across from me, his face unusually solemn, I felt my heart sink. My mom took a seat beside him, and they exchanged a glance before looking at me.
“Meg,” my mother started, her voice gentle, but serious.
“We need to talk to you about Body.”
The worry in my mother’s eyes probably mirrored my own, and I braced myself, nodding, already feeling a tightness in my chest.
“OK… What’s going on?”
My father cleared his throat, his voice calm but heavy.
“The doctors figured out what caused last night’s episode. Body had an epileptic seizure.”
My heart plummeted. I searched my parents’ faces, trying to process the i
