Urgent referral.
Abnormal growth.
I looked up at Sophie.
She had gone pale.
“Sophie,” I whispered, “what is this?”
The doctor stepped closer, his face serious but not unkind. He was a tall man in his late forties with tired eyes and a badge that read Dr. Raymond Keller.
“Sophie,” he said gently, “I think he deserves an explanation.”
She stared at him as if those words had hurt her.
Then she looked at me.
For the first time since I’d seen her in that hallway, there was something other than sadness in her eyes.
Fear.
“I didn’t want you to know like this,” she said.
My throat tightened.
“Know what?”
She pressed one hand against the IV stand, steadying herself. She looked so fragile that instinctively I stepped forward, but she lifted her other hand, stopping me.
That tiny motion cut deeper than any accusation could
