The grave expression written all over the Doctor's face made me hold my breath. Tension and panic coiled inside me, making it difficult for me to think properly as I waited for him to speak. I forced my lips to open, but no words emerged from them. I was so terrified to ask about Mom, knowing I’m not yet ready to face the truth.
I'll die of heartbreak if the doctor confirms what I've been dreading to hear.
“Will you please sit down?” The Doctor said softly, jolting me out of my thoughts.
His ominous words intensified the dread swirling inside me like a storm. Feeling my legs would give up if I didn't sit down, I swiftly followed his lead and sat down on the nearest waiting bench.