She was holding onto the frail hands as if they were a lifeline. She was being deprived of the only security she had felt in the past four years. This wasn't supposed to happen, not yet. The doctors said that he was responding to treatment well; that he was going to live a long, fulfilling life. Ever since the death of her brother, he had been the only family that she had left. He was as good as gone; just like her brothe...