His Regret, My Rise
I waited in the hallway, my stomach in knots, Liora pacing restlessly in my mind.
Finally, the door opened. Dr. Steve gestured me inside.
My mother sat on the examination table, looking small and frightened. I went to her side, took her hand.
Dr. Steve pulled up images on a large screen. X-rays. Brain scans. Areas highlighted in red.
"Ms. Moonhollow." His voice was serious. "Your mother has a significant injury to her brain. Specifically, the Broca's area the part responsible for speech production."
I stared at the screen. "What caused it?"