Gemotions

The contents of the folder spread across the table. David’s hand hovered above the paper, details about a woman named Carol. The weight of it pressed down on him, not with a sense of dread, but with something far more profound. He read about her struggles, her perseverance. Her file read like a story, and he was its unwilling audience.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a current run through him. The room, usually sterile, felt alive with a silent narrative, a testament to courage. He felt a sense of awe. He felt strangely connected to this woman, whose life, now imprinted upon him, seemed both incredibly fragile and remarkably strong.

The doctor cleared his throat. "There's been a mistake." But David couldn't speak. He could only stare at the record, at the life of Carol.