Chapter 3 The countdown begins

Sarah gently pushed Samuel away, her eyes searching for answers. "How many days do I have left?" she asked softly. Samuel hesitated, reluctant to reveal the harsh truth. But Sarah's bitter smile told him she already knew.

"What's the need of hiding it from me?" she said, her voice tinged with resignation. "I know I don't have much time left. I just want to be prepared for that day and make sure we spend these few days left together like a lovely couple."

Samuel still hesitated, but Sarah's words cut deep. "Sarah..." he began, only to be interrupted. "If you don't tell me, I'll assume you don't love me anymore and don't want to spend time with me before I die." Samuel's face contorted in frustration. "What nonsense are you spouting?" he muttered, before finally relenting. "The doctor said you have only a week left."

Sarah's smile was a faint, sad curve of her lips. "Okay then," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. "Why don't you go get me something to eat? I'm really hungry." She rubbed her stomach, and Samuel's confusion deepened.

"Are you sure?" he asked, torn between his desire to fulfill her request and his fear of leaving her alone. Sarah twisted her head, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "Of course," she said firmly.

Samuel stared at her for a moment, searching for any sign of weakness. But Sarah's determination was clear. "Promise me you won't cry or feel lonely if I go out to get breakfast for you," he said, his voice laced with concern.

Sarah's gaze met his, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Samuel, I'm not a child anymore," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "Go get me something to eat, or else I'll starve to death."