(Clara)
The last person I expected to see standing outside the medical building was my father.
For a moment, I genuinely thought I was mistaken.
Dr. Henry Stone did not appear unexpectedly. He was a man whose life revolved around schedules, operating rooms, and conferences planned months in advance. Every minute of his day served a purpose and every decision carried intention.
Yet there he was.
Standing near the entrance in an expensive dark suit with a conference badge hanging from his neck while doctors and researchers moved around him.
At six foot one, he had always possessed a commanding presence.
People noticed him.
They always had.
Not because he demanded attention but because success followed him everywhere.
Patients trusted him.
Hospitals competed for him.
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