We sit for what seems like forever, watching the doctor walk around pacing and rubbing his chin. He finally stops pacing and asks,” Do you mind if we go and sit on the couch and talk.?” Evan says, “that sounds like a good idea.”

Evan rises to his feet, offering me his hand. I took it, and the three of us moved to the couch across the room. The doctor settles into an armchair opposite us, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I need to be frank with you both," he says, his brow ...