Christine Quinn lowered her eyes to look at the examination report, and the black printed words made her hand tremble because the report clearly stated...
The transplanted heart could only last for another year.
In other words, in a year, she would die.
After the doctor confirmed that possibly only a year was left of her life, Christine lingered in despair on the busy streets.
Her tears wouldn't stop; she cried and walked, yet never sobbed out loud.
Many people on the streets watched her, some even approached to ask if she needed help, but she rejected them all by shaking her head.
At last, she sat on a long wooden bench by the street, vaguely gazing at the whole world.
Gradually, the tears ceased; finally, she tossed the examination report into the nearby trash can, rose, and hailed a taxi.
Upon returning home, Christine ran into Rebecca Quentin coming from the upstairs.
"Sis, where did you go this morning? I couldn't find you anywhere."
"Oh, I went to the city center."
