Chapter 70

Alistair

I blink repeatedly, praying for this to be a nightmare, but the doctor in front of me stays, and so does the grim look on his face.

“Mr. Kincaid, you have a tumor located in your frontal lobe,” the doctor points to a shadowy mass on the MRI scan clipped to the light board. When I still look confused, he begins talking in English, “I know the other doctor told you this already, but it does