The vinyl chairs made an annoying sound as we shifted in our seats, creating a symphony of unease in the cramped space. I pulled at the bottom of my large, cream-colored cable knit sweater, finding solace in the soft material amidst the clinical environment. My legs, covered in dark-wash skinny jeans and tucked into brown ankle boots with weathered leather and silver buckles, tapped anxiously under the table. I ran my fingers over the delicate infinity symbol of my silver promise ring, admiring the way its small diamonds glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights. It was a present from Chandler, a token of his love and encouragement during this difficult time.
Ally shattered the quiet, her voice ringing out, “Anyone else not looking forward to all the questions from family about treatment
