Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.

“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”

“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”

I nodded, looking at ...