Inside the exam room, the doctor checked the medical records on his computer, then looked up at Wyatt.
"What's your relationship to the patient?"
"I'm her brother."
The doctor's expression immediately turned colder. "So now you finally decided to come looking for her?"
Wyatt's eyes drifted to the badge on the doctor's coat.
Neurology.
"Why would Doris be seeing a neurologist?"
The doctor frowned. "You didn't know?"
Wyatt slowly shook his head.
"I'm a specialist in motor neuron disease."
Motor neuron disease? The words meant nothing to him.
The doctor asked again, "Have you ever heard of ALS? When Doris first came to me, she was only in Stage 1."
It felt like a mountain had collapsed right in front of Wyatt.
Fragments of memories flashed through his mind.
Doris dropped the sno
