Chapter 66
John did manage to sit, and he caught his throbbing head in his hands. He’d heard people talk about the earth shifting under their feet, in his line of work usually after a diagnosis they’d been terrified of hearing.
This was the first time he’d experienced it for himself. The thin, pale brown carpet in the deserted clinic wouldn’t keep his feet under him if he tried to walk. It might as well be sharply tilted ice.
His thoughts were a frigid whirlpool, threatening to drag him under.
Things like this were for movies or books, or for people who took their religions a little too seriously. He’d built his intellectual life, and sometimes his emotional life, by learning what was true and logical and provable.
This was only one of those three things. The truth.
Try as he might,
