Lucas stood in the living room, staring out the large window that framed the dimming light of the evening.
Desi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, observing him with a mix of concern.
“How’s Lily?” Lucas finally broke the silence, his voice low and strained.
“She’s stable for now,” Desi replied, stepping into the room. “But we need to keep a close eye on her. The pain from the Ewing sarcoma can return at any time.”
Lucas sighed, his gaze still fixed outside. “I hate this. I hate that she has to go through this.”
Desi took a step closer, her tone gentle yet firm. “I know. It’s hard for both of you. But you’re doing everything you can.”
“Am I?” He turned to face her, frustration etched across his features.
“Stop,” Desi interjected, her voice rising slightly. “You need to tru
