Janet’s Point of ViewAs my mother’s condition worsened with each passing day, hope became something fragile—something that slipped through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to hold on to it. It no longer felt steady or dependable. It felt like glass—thin, breakable, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.Professor Collins’s friend was no longer just an option.He was my only chance.When I brought the idea to my brothers, they didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. There were no questions, no doubts, no attempts to soften the reality of what we were facing. Just action. Immediate and decisive.Dickson and Peter moved quickly, pulling every connection they had, chasing down leads that seemed to vanish as soon as they appeared. It wasn’t easy. The trail was cold, scattered, almost as if the man didn’t want to be found.But my brothers didn’t stop.They never did.By the time they finally found an address, something unfamiliar stirred in my chest—something I hadn’t allowed myse
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