Leaving the room, Kelvin returned to the study, his expression grave, his eyes blazing with a cold, restrained intensity.
He pulled out his chair and sank into it, then reached forward, drew his laptop closer, and pressed the power button.
He had always backed up every detail of her treatment and diagnosis there.
While waiting for the system to boot, his fingers drummed against the large brown table in a steady, controlled rhythm.
He had always been careful and meticulous when it came to her or matters that concerned her.
And yet…
Having a partial memory loss was never in his expectations. It was unexpected.
Completely outside his calculations.
And now it unsettled him in a way he hadn't anticipated.
Last time, he sent the residue in that syringe to a secured lab for testing, and the result…
His jaw tightened at the thought of it and at the moment he dared not dwell on it.
But memory loss? That was never supposed to be part of it.
