Amy's POV
"Do you think this is the right decision? I mean, look at your condition. I don't even know what type of illness this is," I said, concern lacing my voice.
"It's cancer, and it's at a very advanced stage. I don't know how much longer I have, but I believe it's not the right time for Zara to find out," she replied, her voice weak and her eyes barely open.
I took a closer look at her, and my heart sank. Her hair was completely shaved, her eyes lacked their usual spark, and her skin appeared pale and fragile. She had lost so much weight that I feared she might break with the slightest touch.
Just a few days ago, at Zara's wedding, she seemed to be doing well. Her hair was full, her skin radiant; she had only seemed to be dealing with a minor illness, which was why she had brought a nurse along.