A week later, I received a call from Emma’s doctor. « We need to discuss some recent test results, » he said, his tone professional but with an undercurrent of urgency. My heart sank as I agreed to meet him the following day. The doctor’s office was stark and clinical, the smell of disinfectant lingering in the air. « Emma has been diagnosed with a medical condition, » he explained, his words carefully measured. « She wanted to handle everything quietly. » The reality of the situation hit me like a tidal wave, and I struggled to process the information. « Why didn’t she tell me? » I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. « Emma wanted to protect you, » he replied. « She didn’t want you to worry. » The pieces finally clicked into place, and I realized the extent of Emma’s quiet sacrifice. She had been preparing for a future without her, trying to ensure I would be okay.
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