“It’s okay, Mrs. Brennan. We’ll come back to that.” Dr. Hayes’s voice was gentle, but I could tell from his body language that something was bothering him. He glanced at Ethan for a moment before returning his attention to Catherine.
I was about to ask if this was normal when Dr. Hayes paused, put his pen down, and looked at me with a strange expression. His hands trembled slightly as he leaned toward me.
“Mr. Brennan, I need to speak with you privately,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent.
My heart skipped a beat. What was going on? I glanced at Ethan, who was still standing by the window, his face unreadable. I had a terrible feeling that something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I nodded to Dr. Hayes, and Ethan, sensing the shift, stepped outside to take a call.
The moment the door closed behind Ethan, Dr. Hayes turned to me, his eyes wide with concern. “You need to get your wife away from your son. Immediately.”
My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Hayes leaned in closer, his voice trembling. “The medications, Mr. Brennan. The timeline. The symptoms. It’s drug-induced cognitive impairment. It mimics dementia perfectly, but it’s reversible if you act now.”
My head spun as I tried to process what he was saying. “What do you mean, drug-induced? How could—”
Before I could ask another question, the door opened, and Ethan stepped back into the room. Dr. Hayes quickly straightened up, smoothing his shirt as if nothing had happened. Ethan smiled, looking concerned, and walked over to the doctor. “Is everything all right, Dad?” he asked, his voice smooth and calm.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Dr. Hayes glanced at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher, before he replied, “Yes, Mr. Brennan. Just discussing the test results.”
Ethan’s smile remained, but his eyes flicked to Dr. Hayes’s hands, which were still trembling. Something inside me clicked into place. I had seen that look before—the cold, calculating look that a person gets when they know something has been revealed but are desperately trying to control the damage.
The moment was over, and I was left standing there, unsure of what I had just learned. Dr. Hayes had whispered something to me that I didn’t want to believe. But now, as I looked at Ethan standing in front of me, I couldn’t ignore the unease that had settled deep in my stomach.
I helped Catherine out of the office, my mind racing with questions I didn’t have answers to. As we walked to the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, but I didn’t know what it was yet.
I thought I knew my son. I thought I knew my family.
But in that moment, everything began to unravel, and I realized I had been blind to what was right in front of me.
The drive home was a blur. Ethan had dropped us off at the house, his usual air of confidence still intact, but I could feel the tension in the car. My mind kept replaying Dr. Hayes’s words. “Get your wife away from your son.” What did he mean? What had Ethan done?
As soon as we got home, I tried to distract myself. I started making dinner, something simple. It was the only thing that helped me focus. But even as I moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot on the stove, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.
Catherine sat at the table, her eyes distant. She was humming a tune I didn’t recognize, lost in her own world, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The woman who had once managed everything with such precision was now a shadow of herself. I watched her, my heart breaking as I thought about how much she had lost. How much we had lost.
I could hear Ethan moving around upstairs, but I didn’t want to talk to him just yet. I needed time to process what Dr. Hayes had said. I needed time to think.
But my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening.