Emily’s eyes softened, her expression a mixture of hope and caution. She stepped closer, folding her arms as if shielding herself from the weight of the conversation.
“No, nothing is ever 100%,” she said quietly, her tone both gentle and firm.
“But the doctors are optimistic. Vincent’s test results are strong. He has something many patients don’t: your determination to see him through this.” Her words were meant to reassure, but they landed heavily in my chest, where the worry lingered.
I nodded, though my throat tightened. “I just... I can’t lose him, Emily. He’s done so much for me. I need him to be okay.”
Emily reached out and placed her hand on my arm, her touch grounding. “I know you’re scared. But you’re not in this alone. We’ve prayed for this moment, fought for it together. No
