Her eyes soften. “That’s everyone’s worry. But as I said, in most cases, these things are benign.”
Most isn’t all.
Ben looks up as I step out of the hospital doors, hope already in his eyes.
I shake my head. “They don’t know yet.”
He’s on his feet before I can take another step, fingers linking with mine. Our foreheads touch, and he breathes deep.
“We’ll face this together,” he whispers. “I’m here.”
And for the first time since walking in, I believe him.