Joseph swayed, unsure whether to laugh or cry for a moment.
"Yes, we found it," the doctor responded. Seeing Joseph's silence, he continued, "I have something else to attend to. You take your time to consider it." The attending physician patted Joseph's shoulder and walked away briskly.
Standing outside the ward, Joseph's nails dug into his flesh, his mind seemingly engaged in a battle.
That night, a light rain fell upon Boston, the chill deepening. Raindrops tapped on the window. The half-open window let in a few drops, making the curtains sway.
Cynthia woke to the sound of the intermittent rain. The faint light from the half-open window and the cold air chilled her to the bone.
Cynthia, eyes squinting, fumbled for the bedside lamp and switched it on. The dim yellow light illuminated
