Alice

I sat in the doctor's office, my heart shattering into a million pieces. The words she spoke felt like a dagger to my chest, leaving me breathless and bewildered.

"What did you say again?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor's sympathetic gaze only made my anxiety spike.

"Your husband has Pineal Cystoma," she repeated, her tone gentle but firm.

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "What the hell is that?" I demanded, my eyes welling up with tears. My voice cracked as I spoke, betraying my desperation.

The doctor's expression softened further. "It's a rare brain condition, Alice. I'm so sorry."

I...