Rebecca hesitated before answering, because grief never became easy to explain. “One family relocated abroad. Another child I cared for passed away after a sudden illness. The family no longer needed assistance afterward.”
His eyes softened briefly. “I am sorry.”
“Thank you. It taught me to pay attention to details others might overlook,” she replied.
He leaned back and exhaled. “I will be direct. My sons are five. Twin boys. Their names are Lucas and Aaron. They have been ill for over a year. We have consulted specialists across the country. No one has answers. They grow weaker. I am running out of options.”
Rebecca listened quietly, absorbing every word.
“They were healthy before,” Daniel added, his voice low. “Their mother died two years ago in a car accident. Six months later, the symptoms began. Some doctors suggest grief. I believe there is more to it.”
Before Rebecca could speak, the office door opened abruptly. A man in a white coat entered without knocking. He was confident, expensive, impatient.
“Daniel, we need to review the latest results,” he said, then noticed Rebecca. “Who is this?”
Daniel introduced her. The doctor looked Rebecca over with thinly veiled disdain.