This couldn’t be true. Michael walked out of his physician’s office, deflated. The envelope he held slipped out of his fingers. He bent over and picked up the envelope, the contents of which had left him dumbfounded. He crumpled the envelope and clutched it tight within his fist. Robotic, he used every ounce of resolve he possessed to locate his truck and jumped into the driver’s seat. He slipped the key in the ignition. But instead of starting up the engine, Michael sat there, frozen in time, like a zombie. He opened his fist and hurled the envelope onto the passenger seat. The only part of his body that moved was his eyes. Their rapid blinking indicated a valiant attempt on his part to come to terms with what he had seen. The August heat penetrated his senses. He turned the ignition to blast the AC. Michael grabbed his chest. He felt as if his heart had been crushed into a million pieces. Overcome, he rested his head on the steering column and stayed in that position for several minutes before he lifted his head off the wheel and reached over to retrieve the envelope.
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