Lawrence.
The doctor who had just stepped out of the operating suite and brushed past us struck me as entirely suspicious.
There was something about the way he carried himself that immediately unsettled me. His hurried demeanour, coupled with the guarded way he held himself, caused alarm bells to begin ringing in my chest almost instantly. Every instinct I possessed urged me not to dismiss what I had just witnessed.
How could he possibly claim that the senior doctor would be the one to give us the news?
The question echoed through my mind, refusing to fade.
If he truly wasn't the senior surgeon leading the procedure, then why on earth had he walked out of the operating room before everything inside was even finished?
It simply didn't make sense.
The more I thought about it, the less convincing his explanation became. Every word he had spoken replayed itself in my head, sounding increasingly vague and increasingly suspicious.
Nothing about his behaviour added up.
