EDEN'S POV
The cardiologist's question follows me out of the hospital.
It follows me into the elevator, into my car and all the way back to Manhattan, because no matter how many times I replay the conversation, the outcome never changes.
Nobody asks a question like that by mistake.
By the next morning, I'm sitting across from Dr. Lewis inside a consultation room at Manhattan Children's Hospital while a thick medical file rests between us on the table.
The sight of Jack's name on the cover makes my stomach tighten immediately.
Dr. Lewis opens the file carefully and adjusts her glasses before looking at me. "Mr. Duncan, I want to be clear that we're not making assumptions, but during a routine review for Jack's donor evaluation, your name appeared in an older emergency document connect
