Brent's POV.
"He died? How? When?"
The words erupted from my lips.
Like a thunderstorm parting the sea, my breath shattered.
My lips parted, and I couldn't close them.
My knees ached and denied me the ability to stand properly.
I quickly located the empty chair I had left behind. I gripped the backrest first for support before finally sitting down.
It felt as though all the remaining energy within me had leaked through my pores for the doctor to see.
"Excuse me, Brent..." he said calmly, like someone mindful of his words. "Don't tell me you're not aware of this..."
I
swallowed hard, forcing down both breath and the mucus clinging to my dry throat.
"Actually, I shouldn't have said this..." He paused. "It's really against the ethics of our profession. She warned me not to tell an
