Epilogue
Caroline sat down in the consultant’s room and tried to gauge what he was about to say from the look on his face. He was a difficult man to read — deliberately, she imagined. She knew from her own job that it was often a good idea to keep one’s cards close to one’s chest, and to get the opportunity to present the information properly and professionally, without undue emotion.
Mark held her hand, squeezing it tight, her constant source of strength and support.
‘Okay, so we’re here for your scan results,’ the consultant said, as if he’d expected Caroline to bring them with her.
‘Yes. The MRI,’ she replied.
‘Indeed. I won’t keep you hanging on — it looks like good news. The surgery appears to have removed all the cancerous tissue, and there are no signs of any regrowth showing o
