Snowing cancer

Don’t tell her they said, she’s too young. But I saw in the looks of their faces that the news wasn’t good. She came in having wept, he came in emotionless, as is his way. They sat and looked out the window. I wanted to trust. I was supposed to be able to trust. But when I asked, that almost imperceptible hesitation gave her away. It was cancer. I caught his gaze, as overcast as the skies outside. When I turned, it had started to snow. At least I could trust that.