I sat frozen in a hard plastic chair, staring at the pale floor tiles.
Down the hallway, Sophie was laughing softly at something her grandpa had said.
The sound cracked me open in a way I couldn’t name.
The doctor lowered himself into the chair across from me.
He held her chart against his chest like it weighed a hundred pounds.
The doctor lowered himself into the chair across from me.
« I’m so sorry, » he said quietly. « This is incredibly hard to say, but treatment can only slow the inevitable. She may have less than a year left. »
The world seemed to stop.
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