Chapter 1

My six-year-old daughter lay unconscious after a car hit her. My husband, Ethan, was a surgeon, but he insisted on doing my sister's surgery first.

"Ethan, she can't feel her foot, and it keeps getting colder." I hurried after him just as he finished changing into his scrubs and held out the transfer recommendation from the ER doctor, Avery Grant. "She was crying in pain a moment ago. Now she doesn't react when I touch her. Please, will you just take a look at her?"

Sweat dampened Ethan's collar. He scanned the page without once looking at our daughter on the ER gurney.

"I've already assigned a doctor to her. Don't put her through a transfer now. She'll stay here and wait for treatment."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

An hour earlier, Bayview Medical Center had been hosting a community health fair. I'd gone to the entrance to get the water bottle Lily had left behind when an out-of-control car charged into the pedestrian area. By the time I ran back, my sister, Vivian Parker, was slumped on the ground holding her son, Owen Parker. Lily lay a few steps away, her right sleeve soaked with blood.

"Another hospital can take her." I tapped the number on the page. "They're already coordinating it. If your hands are full, let Lily be transferred."

Avery followed us and told Ethan that Lily's left leg was getting worse. She needed the vascular surgery team right away. Ethan heard every word, but still told the team he'd already assembled to help repair Vivian's wrist first.

"Vivian's bleeding is under control!" I caught his arm, unable to keep my voice down. "The doctors said her injuries are minor! She can wait! Lily can't!"

Vivian called out from behind the curtain, "Ethan, am I going to lose my hand?" Her face was white and her wrist lay on a thick pad of gauze. "David is gone. Owen has nobody but me now. If something happens to me too..."

Ethan's shoulders tensed.

David Parker was Vivian's husband. He was the firefighter who had died rescuing Ethan during an aftershock years earlier. Since then, Ethan had never said no to anything Vivian or her son asked for.

I used to pack the supplies we sent to my sister's house and remind him to pick Owen up from school on time. I remembered what David had done for him. I understood why Ethan felt he owed David so much.

But the child on the other gurney waiting for care was our own daughter.

"There are other doctors looking after my sister." I couldn't keep my voice steady. "I'm not asking you to abandon her. I'm asking you to give Lily a chance to live and keep her limbs."

He pried my hand off his arm and, keeping his voice low, ordered me to calm down. "I can't let David's wife come to any more harm. Go and sit with Lily until I'm finished with this operation. Listen to me. Lily is my daughter too. I would never let anything happen to her. You should trust me."

I watched him walk away, and my mind flashed back to the rubble all those years ago. I was trapped among the broken concrete, too frightened to move. Ethan held my hand tight and led me out, step by step. He told me he would always have my back.

But now he had chosen another man's wife and walked away from me and our daughter without a second thought!

As Lily's condition worsened, Avery realized she couldn't wait any longer and rushed to bring in another team to operate. I stayed beside the gurney, bending down to tell my daughter over and over that I was right there.

Lily came around for a moment, and her left hand brushed my fingers.

"Where's Daddy?"

I opened my mouth to say, "Daddy's almost here," but the words stuck in my throat.

After the surgery, the doctor who had taken over found me in the waiting area. To save Lily's life, they had amputated her crushed right forearm. They hadn't been able to save her left lower leg either.

I sat there for a long time before I could take it in. My daughter would never have all four limbs again.

By the time Ethan came, my legs had gone numb from sitting.

"We're lucky she's alive." He crouched in front of me. "Leave the rest of her treatment to me. I can help our daughter recover. Even if her disability is permanent, prosthetics have come a long way. It won't hold her back."

I stared into his eyes, my head ringing.

"Do you actually think of her as your daughter?"

"You're my wife. Is this the moment to argue about who was right? Lily is about to wake up. She needs a calm, gentle mother." Ethan stroked my hair. "All right, I know you're hurting. We should be optimistic about this. Taking care of Lily is what matters now, isn't it?

"I looked at Lily at the time, and the doctor I assigned to her is one of the best. The outcome would have been the same no matter which of us operated. Trust my judgment. She's out of danger now. Nothing else is going to go wrong."

I had nothing left to say to him. In his own little world, he always had a reason for everything. Anything I said was just me making trouble. Lily simply didn't matter that much to him.