The best surgeons in Capital City worked for eight straight hours while Steve Turner spared no expense, pulling strings to assemble the top trauma team at Metro General Hospital and authorizing every piece of equipment they requested regardless of cost. None of it mattered. When the lead surgeon finally emerged, still wearing that careful, measured expression doctors reserve for catastrophic news, Steve already knew what he was about to hear.
Elizabeth's hands and feet could not be saved, and she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
Through the observation window, Steve stared at his wife lying motionless on the hospital bed, her face drained of all color, tubes snaking from her arms. The fluorescent light above her flickered once, casting a brief shadow across her bandaged
