"Dylan!" Cammy gasped the moment she stepped into the VIP hospital room. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her eyes landed on her son—propped up on the hospital bed, completely engrossed in his laptop. Beside him, his caregiver chuckled at something on the screen, their laughter light and carefree, utterly oblivious to the storm raging in Cammy's mind.
Dylan's face lit up the instant he saw her. "Hi, Mom! You're back!" he greeted with a grin so wide, so full of life, it nearly shattered her resolve.
But Cammy barely heard him. Her heart clenched as she turned sharply, her gaze locking onto Monica with a silent, urgent demand— 'What is it? What's the bad news?'
Monica exhaled, waving a dismissive hand as if to brush away Cammy's fears. "It's not Dylan," she said quickly. "It's CorEx."
A cold dread settled in Cammy's gut.
