[Bianca]
I hated being in the doctor’s office. We weren’t seated in the examining room, which was both alarming and a comfort. I looked around the office and I suppose I should have been impressed by the diplomas that were on display and, while I was, I was simply too anxious. This was our second meeting with Doctor Mark Wills and I knew that today was all about the results of the tests he had done on my mother and hopefully, how he would be able to treat her.
“The test results are in,” Mark said as he entered the room. I tried to focus my attention on the older man instead of the other older man that stood quietly in the corner of the room. My mother glanced over at me as she reached out and grabbed onto my hand. Her hand felt frail and bony in mine, and I shivered slightly as I realiz
