Athena contemplated the final consequence of the results she had in her hand, concerning Ewan's brain issues, and sighed resignedly.
There was no way around it. She thought sadly, having made calls to various brain specialists around the globe.
She deliberated telling the news to Ewan, but changed her mind.
From the way he had responded earlier, she was sure he would refuse to be tested and treated now, citing the company as an excuse.
Exhaling softly, she rested her back squarely on the chair, and let it swirl her.
What should she do?
Her mind chose that moment to tease her. Why was she worrying about Ewan?
Athena pouted. It was a doctor's sense of duty. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Just an insistent, passionate sense of duty.
Her phone dinged with a text.
She quickly reverted the chair to its center position, and picked her phone from the table.
It was a text from Kathleen.
