Where's The Hope?

"Yes, I did," Mr. Hernandez managed to whisper, his voice weak but resolute.

"How true was that?" she asked, a single tear escaping her eye. His response was simple "Very true."

"Honey, please, you have to be honest with me," she implored, her voice cracking with desperation.

"The doctor has disproved it, and it's taking a toll on your health. I need to know the truth, no matter what it is." Her words were laced with a mix of concern and frustration.

Just then, Darren, who had been listening in from the doorway, stepped forward and gently touched his mother's shoulder, a subtle reminder to temper her emotions, as her voice had begun to rise.

The soft gesture was a calming influence, and she nodded slightly, composing herself.

Making her stop and just continued crying.

"Dad, just tell us what's wrong?"

The room fell silent, except for Mrs. Hernandez's muffled sobs, as she buried her face in her hands.