Seeds of Doubt

DOMINIC

I was already shutting down my computer, stacking up the few files I’d touched today. Honestly, I was drained. The doctors and the damn nurse had insisted I take a few months off, told me I needed it for my brain to heal properly. But sitting around doing nothing wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t stand feeling like some helpless victim. I was fine. I could work. I needed to work.

As I packed up,