𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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"Pancreatic cancer?" I repeat only for the doctor to nod. "No." I shake my head. "No, you're lying to me."
"I'm afraid that I'm not."
"My grand-père would never keep something like that from me. He just wouldn't."
Right?
"Come with me. Let us speak in my office."
Dominic takes my hand without me needing to ask and walks behind me as I follow the doctor.
"Have a seat while I search for your grand-père's medical files," he adds and types away on his desktop.
I glance at his nameplate.
Dr. Jeanne Sinclair, M.D., Ph.D.
Oncologist.
Dr. Sinclair's degrees are framed on the wall behind him.
A bachelor's degree in Medicine.
His medical degree and his Doctor of Philosophy degree.
Goddamn. This man is smart.
"Are you my grand-père's doctor?"
"For as long as he'll let me," he responds. "Ah, here we are." Dr. Sinclair turns his screen toward me and Dominic. He also slides a binder to me. "Before I begin, know that this is going to be hard to hear. From what I've gathered, Andre hasn't kept you up to date with his health. Let me know if at any point you want me to stop so you can take a moment."
I nod.
"Andre came to me two years ago with symptoms. I ran a few tests on him and some days later I diagnosed him with stage four pancreatic cancer. Because the cancer was caught so late, we predicted he would live for only a year."
