BIG TWIST IS ON IT'S WAY:
Honey:
“Okay,” he said gently. “What did you have for dinner last night?”
Relief flickered. That was simpler.
“Pasta,” she answered quickly. “With… mushrooms.”
She nodded to herself.
Then her confidence wavered.
No.
That was two nights ago.
Last night—
She frowned.
“We ordered in,” she said. “Or… no. I cooked.”
Her breathing grew uneven.
“Actually, Winnie had pancakes,” she added abruptly.
“That was breakfast,” the doctor said softly.
Her chest tightened.
“Yes. Of course. Breakfast.”
She swallowed.
Why couldn’t she hold the details still?
The doctor made a small note.
“Your husband’s name?”
That was easy.
“Harry Styles,” she answered immediately.
“His full name.”
Her lips parted.
The answer hovered somewhere close.
She knew it.
She absolutely knew it.
“Harry…” she repeated, her voice thinning. “Harry Edward…”
Her mind felt like it was trying to run through fog.
Edward.
Yes.
But—
“Styles,” she finished, but her tone lacked certainty.
The doctor watched her carefully.
She pressed her fingers into her temple.
“Harry Edward Styles,” she said again, firmer this time. “That’s his full name.”
But even as she spoke, she felt the delay that had come before it. The gap. The struggle.
The doctor exhaled quietly.
Evelyn’s pulse thundered in her ears.
“This is because I was tired,” she rushed to explain. “I didn’t sleep much. And I walked here with groceries. Anyone can mix up dinner.”
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he turned the monitor slightly toward her.
The scan glowed stark and clinical.
“There are areas here,” he said carefully, pointing to a small shadowed region, “that concern me.”
