Dom exited the laboratory, his face tight with anxiety. He had asked a colleague to examine Noah's blood, and the results had just come in, leaving him utterly shocked.
Noah was experiencing a sharp drop in platelets, and his red blood cell count was significantly below average compared to his white blood cells. There were also other cells indicating that his son was showing early symptoms of leukemia.
His heart sank instantly. He had suspected Noah only had dengue fever, but it was far more serious. The thought of such a small child facing a life-threatening illness felt like a vise squeezing his heart.
"Why, God, why?!" He wailed, tears welling in his eyes. The thought of Noah enduring a grueling treatment process was unbearable.
Now he was at a loss for how to tell Alice. His wife w
