They sat in Jim's office, it was a cozy, earthy space with dark wood paneling and plush greenery. The scent of old books and fresh coffee filled the air. Scott and Mark settled into the worn leather couch, facing the doctor's worn oak desk. Scott watched the doctor carefully. He hadn't expected Quinn to react that way. He barely recognized her. All these years,he thought she'd been living a new life,but she had been trapped in her own self. Their lives had taken a new turn.
"Scott, Mark, thank you for coming. I know this is a difficult conversation, but I want to be honest with you." Jim's voice was soft, yet direct.
Scott's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Miriam's been keeping secrets from us for years. She trust me to handle it."
Jim's expression turned sympathetic. "I know, Scott. Doctor-patient confidentiality bound me, but I urged Miriam to reach out to you. Quinn's suffering from the trauma stemming from her accident."
