Ivy stared at the buzzing phone for a long moment before finally answering, stepping out of the small firm's shared workspace into the quiet of the stairwell, her hands not quite steady.

"This is Ivy," she said, voice carefully level despite the hammering in her chest.

"Mrs. Vane, this is Dr. Ahmed's office. I have your test results back." The nurse's voice was warm, professional, giving nothing away either direction. "The doctor would like you to come in tomorrow to discuss them in person, if that works with your schedule."

"Can you tell me anything now," Ivy asked, unable to fully keep the tightness out of her voice. "Even just...