Harry’s heart thudded as he sat in Dr. Dennison’s pediatric office,
the familiar hum of the waiting room fading into a distant buzz.
He’d been here countless times for his sons’ appointments, but today felt different— heavier.
Dr. Dennison flipped through Josh and Andrew’s medical files,
his face unusually grave. “Mr. Campbell, can we speak in private?” he asked, his tone sending a chill down Harry’s spine.
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