“Oh, John, you’re a great father, but you don’t understand kids. I’ve worked in hospitals with kids like Jennifer. Kids that were terminal. They had it figured out long before their parents could admit it to themselves.” “She is not terminal,” he snarled, glaring at Makala angrily. She said nothing. “Damn you, no.” He was humiliated by the tears that suddenly clouded his vision. He struggled to choke back the sobs that now overwhelmed him.”
