“How does it work, doctor Benson?”
“That’s the thing, Trent – we don’t know how it works.” I said.
“You’re kidding. You don’t know how it works.”
“Nope.”
“Then how do you know it even does?’
Trent sat on the couch across from me, next to his wife, with his arms folded across his chest. He pushed his jaw out and stared at me.