Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming."
My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.

Autor: Jodi Picoult