Ava
As we followed the doctor into his office, my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Chris’s hand found mine, squeezing tightly, but I hardly felt it through my panic.
The doctor’s face was grim as he gestured for us to sit in the worn leather chairs facing his desk.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he began in a low voice, and I felt like I might pass out already. “Beta Leonard’s condition has deteriorated much faster than we anticipated. At this rate... he might not have more than a few weeks left.”
The world seemed to tilt beneath me. Weeks? But we thought we had months. I gripped the arms of my chair, trying to steady myself. The room suddenly felt too small, too stuffy. I couldn’t decide whether I was about to throw up or pass out.
“Are… Are
