Caily drove home in silence but her feelings were in conflict and her thoughts in chaos. She would momentarily whimper and dry the tears that dropped from her eyes.
The unexpected revelation she had just uncovered was too much for her to comprehend and it was killing her even more knowing that her son might be in grave danger if Professor Gibson's analysis were valid.
Judging from Grandpa Thomas' sudden death six years ago, it might just be true that the family might have such a lethal disease running through the males in the family.
Caily's eyes were blurry as she approached her son, she knelt before him and wrapped him tightly in her arms and it wasn't until he complained of not being able to breathe that she let him go, sniffing in her tears.
"Are you okay, Mummy?" He asked worriedly,
Caily nodded, cleaning her tears and trying to avoid his stern and worried gaze, "I'm fine. Go to bed." She pecked his forehead with a kiss and walked away.
