61: The Diagnosis
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Chapter 61: The Diagnosis

Abigail noticed the tremor in her right hand first, small, easy to dismiss, appearing during a client presentation when she reached for her water glass and watched it shake, just slightly, just enough that Elena caught it too.

“You alright?” Elena asked afterward, quiet, not making a scene of it.

“Probably just tired,” Abigail said. “I’ll get it checked.”

She didn’t, not for another three weeks, until the tremor appeared a second time during a board meeting, mo
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