ARIA
My phone rings, cutting through the silence of the guest house. I glance at the screen and see Mr. Bennet's name.
I answer quickly. "Hello, Mr. Bennet. Is everything alright?"
"Dr. Sinclair." His voice is gentle, but there's hesitation in it. "I hope I'm not disturbing you.”
"Not at all," I say. "What's wrong?"
"I apologize for calling like this," he says. "But something's come up, and I... well, I thought you should know about it."
I lean against the desk. "Go on."
"There's a family here in the community. The Hastings. They're quite wealthy—live in that big house on the hill past the park." He pauses. "Their daughter has the same illness my Mary had. Actually, it seems even worse. They've been searching for months, consulting specialists, trying everything. Nothing's worked."
