Catherine's POV
Hearing him call me that name made me freeze for a second, while my throat bubbled up and down, until I remembered what he stood for.
Without replying to his comment, I turned around, "let's head back in, they are waiting."
I stepped back into the room with Julian trailing a few inches behind me. Ethan was sitting in a plastic chair, his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his palms. He looked like a man waiting for a death sentence. Tessa was still on the bed, her eyes red and vacant, staring at the white tiled floor.
The moment the door clicked shut, Ethan's head snapped up. He stood up so fast the chair screeched against the floor.
"Is it time?" His voice cracked as he looked at Julian, then at me, with a desperate kind of fear. "Did you talk to the doctor? Is everything ready?"
Tessa's breath hitched. She pulled her knees tighter to her chest, her whole body beginning to tremble again. She looked at me with a silent plea that made my chest ache.
