Spring in Havenbrook was very rainy.
Every morning when I pushed open the window, the air smelled of damp earth.
Tender green buds had sprouted on the branches of the old tree, a sight that lifted both mind and body.
The pace of work in cardiothoracic surgery was frantic—one surgery followed right on the heels of the last.
Yet in the process of saving lives and healing the sick, I felt at peace.
On this day, I had just reached the hospital entrance when I saw a crowd blocking the emergency entrance.
A woman was holding up a banner that read: [An unscrupulous doctor harmed my son and seduced my husband.]
It was only when I pushed through the crowd that I saw—the disheveled woman was actually Clara.
She had lost considerable weight, her eyes hollowed and sunken, as if she hadn't slep
