"That means…" her voice barely came out.
"It's advanced," the doctor said gently. "We can manage symptoms, but…" He didn't need to finish. She already understood.
"You may have only a few months left."
Maira didn't cry. Not at first, she just sat there, staring blankly, as if her mind refused to accept what she had just heard.
A few months.
Her life, her dreams, her future…all reduced to months. Everything—gone.
When she finally stepped outside the hospital, the world looked the same, people walked past her, cars moving... Life continued but hers...had stopped. She felt her breath sized for a moment her hearting slamming hard against her chest as the thoughts rushed through her mind.
That was when the tears came.