°SERENA° RIANA AT 10 MONTHS There’s a knock on the door, sharp and sudden. It’s evening already. I was just about to shut my files and head home. “Come in,” I say, not expecting anything unusual. The door opens and Husina, one of the neuro juniors, steps inside—her face taut with nerves. “Dr. Serena… can you stay tonight?” The word tonight hits like a cold splash. A beat of silence passes as I stare at her. “Tonight as in… overnight?” My voice comes out slower than intended, my mind already spinning. She nods, voice hurried. “Yes. There’s an emergency craniotomy scheduled in two hours. They need a consultant neurosurgeon on standby—and you’re the only one available.” For a second, I can’t respond. Riana. “She’s stable for now,” Husina adds, sensing my hesitation. “But they’d feel better having you around.” I exhale slowly, gripping the edge of my desk. I wasn’t prepared for this. I’d already mapped out the evening—feeding Riana, curling up beside Adrian, hear
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