Heart & Hope

I wasn’t asking for miracles. I was asking for clarity.

For staging. For truth.

For a fighting chance to understand what we were up against.

Then the admitting physician walked in.

Cold. Detached.
That quiet arrogance that fills a room before he even says a word. His sense of superiority — nauseating.

He spoke like this was routine. Like this was nothing.

Like we were nothing. And then he said it.