As the hours laboriously passed, Cassandra found herself ensnared in a web of tension. Each ring of her phone sent a jolt of anticipation through her, only to subside into the abyss of uncertainty when it wasn’t the call she had been awaiting. It wasn’t until the shroud of late evening descended that she finally received the call that held her fate. On answering, her voice, laced with a concoction of impatience and dread, blared into the receiver, “So?!” She teetered on the edge of her nerves, struggling to contain the tempest of emotions within.
What seemed like an eternity lingered as Dr. Hanson prepared to speak. The mere clearing of his throat sent Cassandra’s heart plummeting into an abyss of dread. The silence hung heavy in the air, pregnant with anxiety and fear. It felt as though he was about to deliver a devastating blow, and she braced herself, her grip white-knuckled on the table’s edge, her body leaning heavily against its sturdy frame. A silent plea echoed in the confines of her mind, “Please, please, please, let it be good news.” With bated breath, she waited as Dr. Hanson finally parted his lips to speak…