months later, she completed her first solo surgical procedure since the accident.
When she came out of the scrub room and removed her gloves, Andrew smiled at her. “How do you feel?”
“Exhausted,” Mariana laughed quietly. “Completely exhausted.”
“Then it went perfectly,” Andrew grinned.
Daniel Mendoza, the young resident whose life she had saved thirteen years earlier, was waiting in the hallway holding a small vase of white flowers.
“From my dad and me,” Daniel said proudly.
Mariana read the card tucked inside:
Thank you for coming back to where
