The Super Doctor Calvin Hudson

Imagination

Lizzie sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers gripping the pendant around her neck as though it might hold all the answers she desperately needed. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains cast a gentle warmth across the room, but it did little to ease the tension that clung to the air like a thick fog. Lizzie’s eyes, usually bright and full of life, were shadowed with unease as she looked up at Calvin, who stood by the door, lost in his own thoughts.

“Calvin,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with doubt and uncertainty. “This pendant… it’s given prophetic messages before. Always prophetic, but… what’s different this time?”

Calvin’s gaze flickered toward her, then quickly darted away as he blinked rapidly, his mind racing for answers he couldn’t find. He let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Lizzie,” he admitted, his voice heavy with frustration. He paced the room slowly, his footsteps soft against the carpet, but each