When the helicopter landed smoothly on the rooftop of the Stanford Group's private hospital, the pediatric specialists were already waiting.
After 4 hours of emergency treatment and aggressive care to prevent infection, Aria's fever finally came down. She fell into a deep sleep in a sterile hospital room.
My father, George Stanford, stood outside the glass wall of the room, staring at his granddaughter after everything she had been put through.
He slammed the tip of his cane against the marble floor so hard the sound echoed down the hall.
"That bastard! He says he loves his wife and daughter, but every choice he makes is to protect someone else."
I looked through the glass at Aria. "Dad, don't touch his career yet. I want him to see with his own eyes what the people he kept protecting
