Emotion: Sadness.
This felt like the worst nightmare. The diagnosis of his son was heart-breaking. He is never going to call him; he is not able to say "dad". Chris took a seat at the end of the bus. He could not get his thoughts together. What are they going to do now? Will Lisa be able to continue school. Getting the PhD was her dream, and now... what is she going to do now. He felt paralyzed, thinking about Peter's future. Is he ever going to be able to take care of himself? Who is going to take care of him, when they are gone?
Chris just realized he had missed his stop. He pressed the button and ran to the front of the bus, but it was too late. The driver could not stop the vehicle anymore; they were heading to the roundabout. He took off at the next stop, decided to walk for a while and think. He could be walking for about an hour when he realized his phone was ringing from the bottom of his black backpack. That must be Lisa - he thought. How am I going to tell her? She will be devastated.
Chris reached for the phone. Five miscalls, all from his mother. "I'll ring you later. We're all right" - he sent the message and decided to ring Lisa.
Hi babe. - he started. How are you today?
I am ok - she replied. Have you been to the clinic...? she asked impatiently.
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