Dr. Ray finally looked up, his expression sombre but professional. "Heather, you should've come in sooner."
Emily felt her throat tighten, the sting of regret swelling inside her.
"Wouldn't chemo help?" Emily asked, her voice trembling with desperation. She needed something—anything—to cling to.
Dr. Ray gave her a small, sympathetic smile, but the look in his eyes told Emily more than she wanted to hear. "I'm afraid she's way beyond chemo at this point."