How a Little Girl’s Memory Helps Save Her Dad’s Life
Sterile Walls Crack with Hope
The wait for the venom test results, a sentence with no end date, was a slow, agonizing torture. Isabella paced back and forth, her movements a restless dance of despair. Beside her, Lily, a stark contrast to her earlier fear, sat with an air of quiet determination.
A new doctor, his face etched not with grimness but with relief, entered the room. “We have the answer,” he announced. His voice was a soothing balm to Isabella’s frayed nerves. The test results were in—the culprit, the unseen enemy, was identified. John wasn’t out of the woods yet, but this was a reprieve, a second chance.
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