The words of the doctor seemed to hang in the air, suspended as if by a delicate pendulum, as Emma was trying to process that revelation so entwining in her mind every conviction about the people surrounding her.
At first, she faced his statement with the stunned silence of someone who desperately attempted to self-soothe and rationalize the impossible thought that could change everything regarding someone she liked.
"Does it mean that Jessica, my trusted friend and confidante, is my enemy?" Emma asked in a near whisper, laced with a mix of confusion, trepidation, and a deep-seated sense of vulnerability.
The doctor's face wore a measured expression-cautious and empathetic-in trying to temper her rising anxiety.
"Miss Emma, you do not have to jump to conclusions about Jessica's intenti
