As the hours ticked by, Cassandra felt trapped in a web of tension. Every time her phone rang, she held her breath, hoping it was the call she had been waiting for. But each time, her hopes were dashed. It wasn’t until late in the evening, when darkness blanketed the world, that the long-awaited call finally arrived. When she answered, her voice revealed a mix of impatience and apprehension as she blurted out, “Well?!”
Time seemed to stretch on forever as Dr. Hanson collected his thoughts. Even the slightest sound of his throat clearing made Cassandra’s heart sink with fear. The air became heavy with anxiety, and the silence felt suffocating. It seemed like a devastating blow was about to be delivered, and Cassandra held onto the edge of the table tightly, seeking support. A silent plea echoed in her mind, “Please, let it be good news.” With bated breath, she waited for Dr. Hanson’s words as he finally began to speak.
