Chapter 13

When we were walking down the hallway and safely out of earshot, I said, “You were amazing. Did you see the way that she came alive when you spoke to her in her own language? I haven’t see her this excited since she came here.”

Lance’s face fell and his expression suddenly turned serious. “How long has she been here?”

“For two months now.” I looked down at the linoleum floor and sighed. “She’s no longer responding to treatment.”

Lance nodded. “I didn’t think so,” he said, and then he turned his attention to the hallway ahead of us as his eyebrows pulled together. “How much time does she have?”

I let out an exasperated breath. “I can’t be sure. That’s one thing that I don’t like about being a doctor. I wish I could save all of my patients, especially ones like her, young with her whole life ahead of her,” I said, as we walked toward