I was still deep in thought, struggling to make sense of what was happening, when a loud crash shattered the air.

Bang! Clatter!

Vincent was fuming—like a wild beast unleashed. His eyes were red with rage as he swept everything off Dr. Claire’s table with a violent sweep of his hands. Papers flew. Pens clattered. Glass shattered.

Dr. Claire and I sprang to our feet, stepping back quickly, our bodies tense, startled.

“What is wrong with you?!” Claire shouted, her voice sharp, her chest ...