Love, Emily.”
“It means listening to someone scared.”
I laughed through my tears.
“That girl was trying to recruit me.”
Gianna smiled.
“She talked about it constantly.”
Gianna explained that Emily had written the letter while planning to expand the center.
“She talked about it constantly.”
She’d intended to give it to me when the new family rooms opened.
The project got delayed after her death.
But the expansion had finally been completed recently.
Gianna took my hand.
“Your daughter helped give Sophie a future before she was even born. Yesterday, you helped make sure she still had one.”
I couldn’t answer.
The project got delayed.
I’d believed Emily’s story had ended when she died.
But Gianna had shown me something different.
My daughter’s kindness had continued through people I’d never met.
And somehow, it had brought one of them directly into my operating room.
