From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 190

**Chapter 115: I Need To See My Mother**

“Cancer?”

The word hung in the air, heavy and unforgiving, like a stone plummeting into the depths of a well. It reverberated within me, sending shockwaves through my chest, squeezing the breath from my lungs. My ears buzzed, drowning out the world around me. This couldn’t be happening. It felt unreal, as if Dean had uttered a foreign phrase, one that my mind, despite its fluency, refused to comprehend.

I was submerged in a disorienting silence, as if I had been plunged underwater. Time slowed to a crawl, and everything around me faded into a muted blur. Dean’s lips moved, but all I could focus on was that solitary word echoing in my mind: cancer.

No.

Not her.

Not my mother.

“She can’t—” My voice faltered, choked by the weight of dread. I shook my head fiercely, as if my frantic motions could somehow reverse the reality of his words. “No. You’re wrong. That’s not—”

Dean’s gaze fell to the floor, his expression heavy with a sorrow that felt more crushing than his words. “Unfortunately, yes.” His voice wavered, tinged with an emotion I couldn’t bear to identify. “When the news about Chloe’s abandoned car broke, she collapsed. They rushed her to the hospital. That’s when they discovered it. Leukaemia.”

Leukaemia.

The mere sound of it turned my stomach into a tight knot, as if it were a physical entity coiling within me. I felt nauseous, the kind of sickness that rises with a force that threatens to spill over.

Tears began to stream down my cheeks, hot and relentless, blurring my vision. I hadn’t realized I was crying until the warmth of my grief became undeniable. They came in waves, the kind that made my chest ache and my throat constrict painfully.

Suddenly, everything fell into place in a cruel, twisted way. Her fatigue. The way she moved with a sluggishness I had mistaken for disappointment in me. The shadows that lingered beneath her eyes, dark and heavy.

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