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I stared at the thick cream envelope in my hands like it might vanish if I blinked too hard.The return address read: *University of California, San Francisco – School of Medicine, Office of Admissions.*My fingers trembled so badly the paper rattled. Aria was asleep in the next room, her little chest rising and falling under the faded quilt I’d bought secondhand last winter. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old building settling. It was just past midnight. I’d waited until she was down for the night before I let myself open the mailbox, because I didn’t trust my knees if the answer was no.I slid my thumbnail under the flap. The seal gave with a tiny, satisfying tear.One sheet of heavy letterhead. One paragraph.*Dear Ms. Lyra Hart,**We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted to the University of California, San Francisco School of Medicine for the incoming class of…*I didn’t make it past the word *
LYRA'S POVFourth year of medical school changed everything.Not just academically,thhough the rotations were intense and the residency applications consumed my life.But personally.Bryan stopped being just a friend.It happened gradually, so gradually I almost didn't notice until we were already there.A hand held a moment too long.Looks that lasted just a beat too much.Touches that made my skin warm.The careful dance of two people who wanted something but were afraid to reach for it.Until one night in October, when everything shifted.I'd been on call for thirty-six hours straight. I was exhausted, running on caffeine and adrenaline, and I'd just lost a patient—a young man who'd come in with chest pain that turned out to be a massive heart attack. We'd tried everything, but he'd died on the table.I was sitting in the hospital stairwell, trying not to fall apart, when Bryan found me."Hey," he said softly, sitting down beside me. "I heard about your patient. I'm sorry.""He was
LYRA'S POVI met Bryan on the worst day of my second year.The patient was twenty-three. Twenty weeks pregnant. She'd come in with cramping and bleeding, hope still bright in her eyes even as I took her vitals."The baby's fine, right?" she'd asked. "This is normal, right?"I'd smiled and said all the right things while my stomach twisted into knots.It wasn't normal.Two hours later, after the ultrasound confirmed no heartbeat, after the doctor delivered the news, after her screams echoed down the hallway—I'd excused myself and barely made it to the stairwell before my legs gave out.I sank onto the cold steps, pressing my palms against my eyes.Twenty weeks.The same gestational age when I'd almost lost Aria. When the contractions had started and wouldn't stop. When the doctors had told me the baby might not make it.But Aria had made it. Had fought. Had survived.This woman's baby hadn't."Hey."I looked up sharply. A man stood at the landing above me, tall, light brown hair, weari
LYRA'S POVThe acceptance letter arrived on a Tuesday.State University School of Medicine.I stared at the words until they blurred, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped the paper."Mama, what's that?" Aria asked from her coloring book. She was five now, dark hair falling past her shoulders, eyes that shifted between blue and gold when she forgot to hide it."A letter from the doctor school.""Open it!"I tore open the envelope with shaking fingers.*We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted...*The rest disappeared as tears filled my eyes. Six years of clawing my way up from nothing. Six years of proving everyone wrong. And now—"I got in," I whispered. "I'm going to be a doctor."Aria squealed and launched herself at me. I caught her, laughing and crying at the same time.We'd done it.---Medical school was hell.Within the first week, I understood why half the students dropped out. The reading was endless. The exams were brutal. The pressure was suffocating
LYRA'S POV Drop off at daycare. Work eight hours. Pick up. Home. Feed her. Study while she napped. Feed her again. Sleep for a few hours. Repeat.It was exhausting.But it was working.At three months, Aria started smiling. Real, genuine smiles that lit up her whole face.At four months, she laughed for the first time a bubbly, joyful sound that made my heart explode.At five months, she started showing more wolf signs. Her eyes flashed gold regularly now. Sometimes, when she got excited, I could feel the pulse of her power.I kept it hidden. Told no one. Not even Dr. Chen, who'd become like a father figure to me.At six months, I finished my first semester of community college with straight A's."I'm impressed," my academic advisor said. "Working full-time, single mother, and still maintaining a 4.0. That's remarkable.""Thank you.""Have you thought about your long-term goals?""Medical school. I want to be a doctor."She nodded slowly. "It's going to be difficult. But if anyone ca
LYRA'S POVLabor was nothing like the books described.It wasn't beautiful or magical or empowering.It was agony.Eighteen hours of contractions that felt like my body was tearing itself apart. Eighteen hours of breathing exercises that did nothing. Eighteen hours of being alone in a hospital room with only nurses checking in periodically.No mother to hold my hand.No partner to whisper encouragement.No pack to celebrate with me.Just me and the pain."You're doing great," the nurse said during hour fourteen. Her name was Paula, and she'd been kind throughout my entire pregnancy. "Only a few more centimeters.""I can't," I gasped. "I can't do this.""You can. You are." She wiped my forehead with a cool cloth. "That baby is almost here."But it took four more hours.Four more hours of pushing and screaming and crying.And then suddenly—A sharp, bright cry filled the room."It's a girl!" the doctor announced. "A beautiful, healthy girl."A girl.I had a daughter.They placed her on







