The Road Named Yara

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I tightened my grip on the phone, looked up, and forced a smile at the doctor. "My brother... he... doesn't have time. Just tell me the results."

There were only the two of us in the office. No matter how hard I tried to muffle the phone with my hand, the doctor had heard Marcos's words.

There was a trace of sympathy in his eyes, but it only made me feel more uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he didn't insist on me calling anyone else, but just looked at me with even more pity.

"Miss Lane, you have cancer."

"Stomach cancer."

"Conservatively speaking, you probably have no more than three months left."

I left the hospital in a fog. The test report in my hand had my life expectancy printed right on it, but I didn't even know which way to turn.

I should go home.

But... where is home?

The Lane family?

A year ago, I had no connection to that wealthy family whatsoever.

In my mind, I had always been a child of the orphanage. I belonged there.