Gianna thanked me once more and hurried away.
She was simply overwhelmed.
***
I went home later that day, collapsed into bed from exhaustion, and slept almost the entire day.
The following morning, someone knocked on my door, and it was the stranger.
I walked over and opened it. I probably should have asked who was there first, but I was still in a fog.
“Dr. Miller? Were you the one who operated on the little girl after the accident yesterday?”
I swallowed nervously.
“Yes.”
Someone knocked on my door.
He let out a relieved breath, his shoulders dropping.
“My name’s Sebastian,” the man explained. “I’m the director of a family support organization.”
I looked toward his car.
“How did you find my address?”
“Your daughter worked with our organization. Years ago, you sent us a memorial donation after she passed away. We still had your mailing address.”
