My heart sank, the weight of his words pressing down on me.

"How much time...?" I hesitated, unable to form the question fully.

"It's hard to predict with certainty," he replied gently. "Each case is unique. We'll do our best to support Logan and manage his symptoms, but it's important to prepare for the challenges ahead."

As the reality settled in, I nodded, my eyes fixed on Logan's still form. The room felt smaller, the future uncertain, and the fragility of memories became painfully apparent.

The doctor's words hung heavy in the air, a suffocating truth that wrapped around my heart. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and...