Chapter 71

• Back in her room, Cynthia let out a long breath as she slipped out of her heels and wrapped herself in a cozy knit sweater. She tied her hair back and moved to her desk, which was now buried under piles of notes, journals, and bookmarked medical websites. A steaming mug of chamomile tea sat untouched beside her laptop.
• She opened a new tab and began researching neural pathway stimulation and advanced memory therapy. With each article and case study, she scribbled down ideas, treatments, exercises, and anything that could bring Ken closer to recovery.
• The hours blended together as the night went on. The ticking clock was the only sound in the room. A quiet urgency filled her with worry. She felt like she was racing against time, frustration, and the invisible weight that held Ken down.