“One night, I was asked by Dr. Bramwell to stay after and input some data. It was as I was mindlessly typing away that I overheard your mother speaking with a certain doctor about his indiscretions leading to her dilemma.” Dilemma. In other words, me. A thick churning nausea roiled in my stomach, as I imagined the possibility that she might’ve been talking about Dr. Bramwell. Such a thing would’ve made Professor Bramwell my half-brother.
