It's over," I announced.
He begged me to change my mind.
I shook my head.
“If you really want to do something for me, cooperate fully in the investigation. Tell the truth – even if it concerns issues that embarrass you.”
He nodded.
I took my stuff and left.
This time I didn't look back.
In the following months, I gradually regained my old self.
The doctors were still monitoring my health, and although the improvement did not happen immediately, I regained my strength over time.
I began to remember the usual things again.
Titles of favorite books.
Applications.
ointments.
Short conversations with friends.
I temporarily lived in the guest room at Helen's and slowly rebuilt my daily habits.
I finally met Laura Mitchell.
She moved around about the cane and spoke quietly, but in her eyes it was warm.
We sat together in a small cafe.
She told me about an earlier research program and how she initially believed that doctors really care about her well-being.
When worrying symptoms began to appear, her concerns
