Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She...

Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming."
My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.