Maya Stuart:
Lyan parks her car in my building's parking lot and turns off the car, I hear her sigh and look her in the eyes.
Her looked was sad.
— What was it? — I ask, holding her hand.
—The treatment isn't making her better...—she says before starting to sob.
— Calm. — I say, hugging him. — explain it to me properly.
—The cancer is already advanced... they're trying to make her get better, but the treatment isn't having any effect...—she says, squeezing me tight in her arms. —Her condition gets worse every day, I don't know how long she will last.
My God.
I feel my eyes fill with tears and let a few sobs escape.
— My mother knows that, but she doesn't want to show any weakness so as not to worry us... — he says in a muffled voice, his face was in the crook of my neck. — I know
