"I can bring her back, Mr. Harrington. But she won’t be the same woman."
Dr. Martin didn't look up from the scan. The blue light of the monitor reflected in his glasses.
He traced a glowing line on the screen—a track of Spring's shattered consciousness.
"What does that mean?" August asked. He was standing still.
"The trauma is deep. It’s a physical knot in her mind," Martin explained, finally turning around. The doctor’s face was etched with a weary kind of wisdom.
"The human brain is a survival machine, Mr. Harrington. When the pain becomes too much, it shuts down the systems to protect the core. If I try to wake her now...if I just flip the switch—the shock of the memory will hit her like a tidal wave. The sheer weight of her life... the despair that led her to her suicide will
