ANDREA’S POV
"Reconstructed?" Repeating the word made it feel heavy and entirely foreign on my tongue. Pressing my back harder against Maxwell’s chest required his solid presence just to keep me upright. "What does that mean? Is she... did you fix it?"
Dr. Evans finally let out a long breath, allowing the tension in his shoulders to drop a fraction of an inch before a small and tired smile touched the corners of his mouth.
"It means it was difficult, Andrea," Evans said. "It means we had to work around scar tissue we didn't expect. But yes. We fixed it."
Pulling the surgical mask completely off his neck, he stuffed it securely into his pocket.
"We removed the entire tumor mass," he continued, his voice steadily strengthening. "We successfully reconstructed the arterial wall, and the n
