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The faint light from the living room lamp barely illuminated Price's face, deep shadows marking the exhaustion in his eyes. The paper in his hands trembled slightly, its rustle almost inaudible in the house's silence. He sat down beside you on the sofa, the weight of the news crushing his chest. "Darling, I decided to get some tests done..." His voice cracked as he handed you the diagnosis. "My days are counted... I'm sorry, my love..." He looked at you, seeking refuge in your eyes. How can you console him when your own world is crumbling?