The question caught me completely off guard, and I felt my chest tighten. That subject still carried an immense amount of emotional weight.

“What about it?” I whispered.

“I need to know if he completed the tests,” Kenneth pressed gently.

I remembered every single painful appointment, every awkward conversation in beige medical offices. One memory stood out clearly above the rest. Connor had always found convenient reasons not to finish certain examinations—work obligations, travel, scheduling conflicts, insurance problems. At the time, I believed his excuses, because I desperately wanted to trust him.

“No,” I said quietly. “He never completed the full evaluation.”

Kenneth nodded, looking as if he’d fully expected that exact answer.

“Why are you asking me this now?” I demanded.