Anna froze in the hallway, clutching her purse. She’d returned early from a doctor’s visit, slipping in the back to dodge the neighbor’s noisy dog.
Their hushed talk sent a shiver down her spine. “What are they keeping from me?” she wondered, her mind spinning.
She was already fighting cancer for six months, worn out by chemo and gripped by fear of missing her son’s bright smile. The idea that her husband, Luke, and mother-in-law, Sylvia, were hiding something felt like a knife in her heart.
