ANNA'S POV

We had done the scan, and now I sat waiting for the doctor to return with the results. My fingers intertwined tightly on my lap, the pressure almost numbing my knuckles. I tried to focus on anything but the storm inside me. My eyes darted around the office, tracing the dull white walls, the shelf filled with dusty medical files. Anything, to keep my mind from thinking the worst.

The ticking sound of the clock on the wall echoed louder with every passing second, and my stomach twisted. Every minute felt like an hour. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, staring blankly at the floor.

Then the...