CHAPTER 97

The second we open our hearts to having faith or putting trust in someone, we end up being reminded of why that voice in the back of our head screamed at us not to.

“Thanks,” I gritted out, my voice shaking. I wasn’t sure what I was thanking him for, but the word flew out of me because it was the only word that didn’t sting.

“I want this to be easier for you, I really do. Trust me when I say that I’m giving this one hundred and ten percent, Ms. Smith,” he pleaded. He gave me one last look of sorrow and then proceeded to walk over to Aria. “I’ll see about starting you on that chemotherapy in about thirty minutes.”

After she nodded her head, the doctor turned on his heels and walked out of the room. I watched his retreating figure before my eyes shut tightly.

“You have work in an hour. You should go home and get ready,” Aria stated calmly as if her oncologist hadn’t just told her that her world could possibly end within two months. It left me puzzled. How could she do such a good job at