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Can Any Man Be Trusted?
Only the farmer knew the truth
When she began her search for the truth, she couldn’t have imagined the rabbit hole it would send her down. As a woman who had led the better part of her life in perfect health, Fallon couldn’t explain the confusion. When she started slurring her words and forgetting parts of speech, she knew it was time to dig deeper, but as the headaches began, everyone had more questions than answers.
“The brain is a mystery,” her OBGYN nephew, fascinated with neurology, once told her. It can play tricks on you. One day, you’re in good condition, and then, the next thing you know, your fate lies in a stranger’s hands. Don’t wait. The time is now to find the remedy.”
Fallon felt her heart race and her legs buckle weeks later at the gym. Everything went dark after that. As her mind swirled, she tried to grasp concrete thoughts or familiar ideas, but her mind grew blank. It was becoming commonplace for the young woman to find herself inside a void of cerebral empty spaces. Nothing made sense anymore, not even why her body moved.
She couldn’t remember driving her Audi Q5 to the farm or what she came for, but the pungent smell of horse manure consumed her. At least there was that. Fallon had always loved the country with its floral beauty, lush grasslands, and, best of all, the aromas of…
