Kimberly hesitated, her gaze shifting to the ceiling as if the answer might be written there. “I… I don’t remember,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. The confession hung in the air, heavier than any of the whispers surrounding her.

Dr. Reynolds nodded, as if she had been expecting this. “Thank you for telling me,” she said. “We’re going to take good care of you.”

As Kimberly was whisked away for further tests, her small Indiana town began buzzing with rumors. The Fletchers’ flawless facade, once impenetrable, started to crumble. Neighbors whispered over fences, and church congregations murmured during services, each trying to piece together how such a well-respected family could let their daughter reach such a state.