“She talked about it constantly.”
She’d intended to give it to me when the new family rooms opened.
The project got delayed after her death.
But the expansion had finally been completed recently.
Gianna took my hand.
“Your daughter helped give Sophie a future before she was even born. Yesterday, you helped make sure she still had one.”
I couldn’t answer.
The project got delayed.
I’d believed Emily’s story had ended when she died.
But Gianna had shown me something different.
My daughter’s kindness had continued through people I’d never met.
And somehow, it had brought one of them directly into my operating room.
I’d believed Emily’s story had ended.
***
Over the following weeks, I kept in touch with Gianna.
Sophie recovered slowly.
When she was well enough for visitors, I stopped by her hospital room.
She was sitting up, coloring.
“Are you the doctor who helped me?” she asked.
