บท 117: My Wife

My heart sank, the weight of his words pressing down on me.

"How much time...?" I hesitated, unable to form the question fully.

"It's hard to predict with certainty," he replied gently. "Each case is unique. We'll do our best to support Arik and manage his symptoms, but it's important to prepare for the challenges ahead."

As the reality settled in, I nodded, my eyes fixed on Arik's still form. The room felt smaller, the future uncertain, and the fragility of memories became painfully apparent.

The doctor's words hung heavy in the air, a suffocating truth that wrapped around my heart. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and an ache spread through my chest.

The room seemed to close in, and I struggled to maintain composure as the doctor outlined the harsh reality of Arik's condition.

"I'm so sorry, Celeste," he said, his voice a distant echo as he explained the limited options and the inevitable fading of Arik's memories.