My mother was still weak, but she was already able to sustain her voice with more firmness. Her gaze, although tired, slowly started to shine again. It was like watching someone being reborn from pain, and that calmed me.Alexandre was by her side, discreet, hands in the pockets of his white coat. He observed her with clinical attention, but also with something more. A care that couldn't be taught in books. A care that, I knew, came because of me.— Doctor... thank you. I can never thank you enough for what you’ve done, — my mother said, struggling, with teary eyes.He gave a faint smile, nodding.— Get well, Laura. Recover slowly. There’s no need to thank me... I’m a doctor. And, besides, — he glanced quickly at me — I have great affection for your daughter.My heart faltered. My mouth dried. My throat tightened.I smiled weakly. I had to look away.I knew what would come next. He had warned me. Four days here. Four days without rest, by my side, dealing with everything. It was time
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