I can’t look at Adrienne as I read the final line. “Two-Year Survival: Less than five percent.”
My throat constricts as I swallow the lump in it. I feel water rushing to my eyes as I bite the dry skin off my lip. I look at Adrienne.
“Well, it didn’t say zero percent. I’ll just be one of the less than five percent who survive.”
Adrienne smiles at me.