|Theodore|
The low, rhythmic hum of the MRI machine filled the otherwise silent room, its sound settling into the background like white noise. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over my chest, my gaze fixed on the sterile white door that separated me from Carmella. The weight of uncertainty pressed down on me, an ache I couldn’t shake no matter how many times I tried to reason through it. My thoughts circled back to the neurologist’s words, repeating them like a cruel mantra in my mind.
“The results are the same, Alpha Theodore. There’s no sign of damage or abnormalities in her brain. The scans are clear—no indicators of early dementia, or neurological disorders.”
No damage. No abnormalities.
Nothing that could explain why Carmella woke up every morning with no memory of
