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Thicker than the antiseptic smell of sterile things, it seemed to choke the air. Rafael had his fists clenched at his sides as he stood in the doctor's office. He had barely made out the words said by the doctor-a blur of possibilities and medical jargon just floating over his head.

At no time did his gaze leave Bernice, who was frozen in front of him, her eyes flickering between fear, anger