Desi stared at the lab results in front of her, the color draining from her face. She felt her stomach twist, her throat tightening. This couldn’t be right. She rechecked the numbers, hoping she’d made a mistake. But there it was. Clear as day.
Lily was sicker than they had realized. Much sicker.
Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to stand straight. She needed to stay calm. Panicking wouldn’t help. She grabbed the file and left the office, her mind racing.
As she walked down the long hallway to Lucas’s study, her heart pounded in her chest. She needed to tell him. He deserved to know the truth, no matter how terrible it was.
When she reached the door, she knocked softly. A moment later, Lucas’s deep voice called from inside. "Come in."
Desi pushed the door open, her hands grip
