CHAPTER 7. 

Joel paced around his room, clenching his fingers in frustration and running his hand through his hair. He’d tried to get down to work, sorting out his medical journals, without much success. It was the sixth time he had tried to read the journal, or do much of anything today, and every attempt had failed. His mind had either wandered off, leaving him staring at his illegible writing when he realized it, or a memory of the past with his brother had flashed before his eyes, leaving him tired, angry, and frustrated all at the same time. 

The cloud of grief that had descended over his family had not left, and he could see it in his mother's eyes when s