An unspoken heaviness slowly spread around them. Amanda Smith picked up her coffee and took a sip, the bitterness spreading from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart.
The slightly sentimental music in the coffee shop flowed on, mirroring the gloomy expressions of the three people at the table.
Amanda looked up, gazing out the window, then said to the two at the table, "In another week, if a suitable marrow donor isn't found, Samuel will have to enter the operating room." She paused slightly at this point and took a deep breath, "What were you going to ask me just now?"
Tim Morrison didn't speak; his complexion was ashen, and he looked down, fiddling with his coffee cup as if he hadn't heard Amanda's last sentence.
Grace Murdock gave Amanda an apologetic smile, then shook her head, "We came over this time just to ask about Samuel's condition."
Now that Amanda had told them everything, she had nothing else to ask.
