Sergio whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “He was ten years old. He came into the trauma bay at two in the morning after a terrible fall. The ER team told us he probably wouldn’t survive the night.”
The memory returned like lightning.
A pale boy.
A terrified father in the corridor.
Four agonizing hours in surgery.
“Daniel…” she breathed.
Sergio smiled, his eyes suddenly filling with tears. “He’s alive, Doctor. He’s twenty-three now.”
For a second, Mariana forgot to breathe. “Truly?”
“He’s in his final year of medical school,” Sergio
