Chapter 57

• Leonel
• Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I felt a surge of anxiety and worry. It was a strange sensation, simultaneously feeling hot and cold. Leana had endured a series of grueling chemotherapy sessions, and now the moment of truth had arrived—the crucial MRI scan that would reveal if the treatment had been effective or not.
• My heart was consumed with worry. There were days of agonizing treatments for my sister and nights filled with pain. Leana, who used to be full of life and attended parties like no one's business, was now a mere shadow of herself. The harsh effects of the treatment had left her with a pack of bones, and she lost a significant amount of hair.